3x-xx-xx ep003 First Song - Polly Wolly Doodle

The sun in all being silently into its pocket at the western edge of the world. And as we happily follow the western trail, we turn in our saddle and gaze into the gentle face of a new sauce that peaks at us as we rise to the top of a slight incline and look

down into a little valley where the glowing embers of a campfire gives evidence of a group of cowboys who have just finished their evening meal day on the rain and are now enjoying the cool of the early evening in rest yes it's been opiate and is ranch for the will boys but there's something in that old tune that just seems to bring out all the fine points in the men

that is of course loney has any but how about playing a piece with a little more spank to it Clean sing that old reliable polywally doodle. Couldn't get across singin' potty water doin' all the day.

And the jumpin' on the door to the telephone. Singin' bather well, bather well, bather well, bather well, bather well. Now down here the chickens from all my knees. Singin' bather well, bather well, bather well, bather well.

And the four-m hour herd of chickens, these singin' potty. Bather well, bather well, bather well, bather well. Where the Andrew Looper Room and the Grey Wolf howls from the cowboys home Where the mountains are covered with chaperoal frail and the valleys are checkered with the cattle trail Where the minored digs for the golden veins and the cowboy rides or the silent plains

But while I shadow deep in into my dears The city lights are gleaming or the snow I sit alone beside my cherry fire dears I'm dreaming green from all along the go In my fancy, it is springtime in the rocky flowers With a color long