3x-xx-xx ep034 First Song - Back on the Texas Plains

Aschness and magnetism, all thoughts go floating on into the great beyond. Seeking to learn the answer to that ever elusive mysterious something beyond the reach of our

comprehension, we went our way westward into the velvety darkness, hoping to see the light of a campfire or the glow of a lamplight behind some friendly window. and two our ears are wafted the sweet flowing strains of music, like an organ in a cathedral.

The tones of instruments are born on the night breeze, accompanying the harmonies of a group of men, singing the traditional songs of the rain, y'all in luck, or it's none other than Pinto Pete and his ranch boys. Come on, let's join this happy group and together build a a monument of song composed of rich good fella.

Look at old shug sitting over there. You know he looks like a mangy cow-oating season doesn't he? Hey shug why don't you ever get a haircut? I don't hate Jack if any does he'll freeze to death.

Oh I don't think shug is afraid of freezing to death are you shug? Nah I ain't afraid of freezing bug. How come afraid if I do my horse won't know me? Then I'll have a hard time trying to ride that about a little m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m.

Much changed. Hey, better. If in your whole old sugar, I'll give you my hair. Oh, yeah. No, wait a minute now, Curly. We better sing a song, and then we'll see what we can do about sugar's hair, huh?

All right. Take us back to the Old Texas place. My child from the nooten camp, What we menor the plains, just after four of days.