3x-xx-xx ep024 First Song - Poor Liza Jane

of the mountain rains we stand before the great beauty of God's broad plan of freedom out in the open spaces the home of the cowboy where men meets men on

equal footing where the last crust of bread or slice of bacon is shared where you sleep out in the open under the canopy of stars with a saddle or log for a pillow and a lullaby sung by the prairie wolves, timid yet unappraid, where rare flowers come out in perfusion, decked in colours most gay, where the trees grow like great giants of the forest.

Their stately arms uplifted as in praise and thanksgiving to the stars, where the walls of rock Some painted in rare colors of nature. No human hand can touch. This is the West, my out-wear pinto-pit in his ranch boys.

While away the fuel remaining hours of the early evening with song and instrument. Listen, let us join this happy group and share in their weird yet fascinating melody. Hey, what was that you was telling me about that fellow out here about trying a tie in rocks on Cattles tail. Oh, I just tell them why we used to do that down in Texas

Well, I'll tell you the gadflies were so big down there that when the cattle tried to swish them off with their tails They'd only kind of tickle them so we tied rocks on their tail so they could kill those gadflies when they hit them You know there's another reason to boy, I'm afraid that but what was it? Well, you know, Octail soup was all ago then

And we were getting a good price for the tails of cattle. Yes. Well, you see, when the cattle would swish their tails with these rocks tied on them, it kind of stretched their tails out and we'd get more money for it.