3x-xx-xx ep032 First Song - The Daring Young Man on the Fly

Like a court of ladies in waiting, pass and review before their queen of knights, the moon. As she coldly sits her heavenly throne, and drapes her flowing robes of jeweled moon beams over the face of the earth.

And humble earthly man looks on in silent wonder, yet striving to penetrate the innermost secrets of this pageant of the skies. But come, let us be on our way to the camp of Pinto Pete and his ranch boys, as they gather in the evening by the moonlight to sing their songs and enjoy the fellowship of a sparkling

campfire. How's old dynamite tonight? Well, Jack, he's been enjoying poor health all day. But tonight he's complaining about feeling better. Oh, I say, you know, I believe he'd let you shoot him with a 45 to get out of work.

And with me? Look at him lying over there, a basket near the far-lacoon dog. He either playing possum, he ain't sick. Well, I'll tell you, let's test him out. Well, how, Jack? Well, dynamite can't keep his feet still when he's feeling good.

Let's play a tune, and if we see his feet awake and under them blankets, we'll know he's bluffing. Well, let it go, boys. I'll watch his feet all right. You sure won't have to strain your eye, none.

Those dogs are dynamite that digg enough to wear a brand. Yeah! Once I was happy, but now I'm alone. Like an old coat that is tattered and torn. Left in this wide world to weep and to mourn.

Betrayed by made in her tears. Now this girl that I loved, she was handsome and swell. And I tried all I knew her to flee. But I never could meet her when borders so well As a man on the flying trapeze He floats through the air with the greatest of ease This daring young man on the flying trapeze