3x-xx-xx ep017 First Song - Left My Gal In The Mountains

at the handiwork of the Creator and realize how insignificant we mortals are. How humble we should feel, how grateful we should be to know that these glorious hillsides and valleys, these lakes and rivers, the blue canopy of the heavens with its varied shades of clouds, the stars, the moon, the sun, were all created for the glory of mankind.

those sinks the sun days, the stars from out the heavens bright, begin their vigil of the night, and close in raiment of white snow. The mountains look on seams, they lay green and flaked with dew. God smiles from heaven, on earth, come friends, let us gather at the campfire of Pindo Peet and his ranch boys, and revel for a few moments in the glory of fellowship,

song of the way opened. You heard a pied and coyote of that song just, well it just makes this whole outfit look like a walleyed bunch of pikes. Oh well you told that. Well you got the way when you have Mr. Curling, you thank you the whole of your, oh, oh you ain't no signing, make some poor fish out of it.

Oh, oh, oh. You right. Oh yes, but what Curling means, boys, is that the beauty of that song brings out an expression on our faces that is different, sort of far away. Isn't that it, Curling?

Yeah, yeah, both that's what I mean. That's better for a boy. I'm a boss, I'm a boss, you're wacked in eloquently. Erickly, erickly. Elic way, eh? Elic way, eh. Boy, how come with all your polished manners that the ladies let you escape, huh?

Ho, ho, ho, Jack. Polish manners don't mean much. Hmm, I don't know exactly. Except maybe the right one didn't come along, I guess. I reckon I left my gal in the mountain. Uh-oh, I can see the boss that said on another song.