3x-xx-xx ep004 First Song - The Old Pine Tree

Sun slips into a blanket of fluffy clouds just over the horizon, and a sentinel prairie dog box his warning of the coming night. A rugged cowboy wends his way astrid his pinto pony through the last lap of the canyon and on into the little valley where his partners after a hard day of branding are gathered, enjoying

the warm and companionship of the glowing campfire in the Christmas of the night air. Look, it turns in his saddle and beckons to us. Shall we follow him into the land of the setting sun?

Tell your boys with music like that. You can tame a herd of mad mavericks anytime. Yes, sir.

Well, what keeps the herd from running, stampede and far and wide? Well, it's the cowboy's long, low whistle, and it's singing by their side. And now, boys, there's a song I haven't heard just sing for a long spell.

What is it, Pete? Name it, Pete. Well, it's called Cut Down the Old Pine Tree. Well, Piddle, we'll sure sing that for you. We'll sort of forgot about that. You better know that. That burned pretty one, too.

Let it go. for me when we carved our hearts long ago but the old pine tree was gone

still my love for her they cut down the old pine tree and they hauled it away to the mill that sweetheart of mine when they cut down the or she's not alone in the hills tonight and their my heart will always be Though we drifted apart, they buried my heart when they cut down the old fountains.

That's a great old tune and I didn't want you to forget it. Now I'll see if this bit of poetry reminds you of a tune. I've worked up on the sand hills and down upon the plait, where the cowboys are good fellows and the cattle's always fat.