3x-xx-xx ep005 First Song - Blue Tail Fly

Another day is drawing near as Mother Nature draws her mantle of darkness over the earth. A drowsy wolf shakes her shaggy coat and stalks out of her lair to start on her evening pilgrimage for food.

Her sensitive nostrils catch the faint odor of a campfire, the glowing in the distant valley. And she beats a hasty retreat, slipping off into the soft shadows of the coming night. As Pinto Pete, astridhes Pinto Pony, lobes breezyly down the trail, and into camp where his boys are lazily gathered in a group strumming on their guitars and viddels, and singing the

plenty fascinating songs of the prairie. Jim's back corn and I don't care. Jim's back corn and I don't care.

Oh, Master's gone away. Well, if er, it him beneath the simon tree his epitaphant's ought to see. Beneath these stones I'm forced to lie all on account of the blue paper. Jim's back corn and I don't care.

Jim's back corn and I don't care. Jim's back corn and I don't care. Oh, Master's gone away. Hey, you sugar! Shake yourself out of that rattlesnake coil you're in and rustle up some more firewood, will ya?

That fire's dying clear down. Oh, I don't go and get when I get settled tonight. So I can think comfortable about the company. Seems to me you always settle summer, sugar. Yeah, I settle so solid it takes a T, a can of T and a T, a movie.

You know, I know something will move him a lot faster than that. What is that, Jack? Just holler at it. Come and get it. Shut the tape show. I've got a dandy up. appetite I only get settled when I think about old uncle Ned Lay down the shovel and the hole It was on coolness