3x-xx-xx ep037 First Song - Strawberry Roan

And gathers to her bosom-her-loved ones, while evening greas sings a lullaby, and the stars in the moon peep out of the heavens, lighting the way to a fairy land of green, night wind

carries other music to our ears. The linting melodies of a happy group of cowboys, as they lounge about their campfire singing the traditional songs of the rears handed down from generations of long ago. you join us.

And opitanist ranch boys will be mighty glad to welcome you. No, you sure took a chance, bringing them pretty ramblesisters out here. Why don't you see why, Jack? You don't mind their company, do you?

My gosh, no, but look at shug and curly over there. Why, they're geeze, not them like two lost calves and a hails don't. It sure does look like you, but it's about to run a brand on their hearts, doesn't it?

Well, what do you reckon we ought to do, Jack? We better get the singer before they go plumb local. Let's sing some. What do you say, huh? Alright Jack, let it go. Sing yourself for the gat.

Well very wrong, you know. Alright. Now I was standing around town just a waste of my time. I was out of the job not a makin' a dime. When a fellow walks up and he says I suppose, you're a pronged writer by the looks of your clothes.

Well you guess is me right, boy, I'm a good one I say. Do you happen to have any bad ones today? Says he I got one and he sure likes to buck And all the boys on him has had any love Well he said this old pony has never been rode And the boys that gets on him is bound to get rode