3x-xx-xx ep014 First Song - Buffalo Gals

Sit by those we love and tucked away in the restricted confines of some large city. While the cowboy, man of the West, looks upon the broad expanse of desert plain, mountain

and valley as his smiles of open spaces, the freedom of rugged life, with a saddle for a pillow and the stars his roof at night. The sparkle of a campfire, the humming of a tomb.

He sings his praise to heaven for God's great big open room. Won't you pay a visit to this home out in the West? To feel the warmth of friendship? Hear the songs you like, the battle of tin dishes, and the tinkle of guitars.

As Pinto Pete and his ranch boys raise their voices to the star. Come on, slide that panobiscus down to this end, will ya? Hurry up!

Come on, Shorty, you can't expect a grow up to be a big tall man if you go around and load it down with these weights of dynamites in your stomach. Ah, Shucks, I'll be alright if I don't jump round, none.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, you're going to hurt yourself, Mr. Shorty. Cause the only time that I see you jump is when that I try and go say come and get it.

What you lack inside you sure makes up and speed at that time only. Get Nick and run then faster than I can, I can, tall, flossing. I can't even say five down now. Here comes the boss with a herd of folks.

Geez, come on, straighten out your curchief. Don't you see them young ladies? Say, I'm amazed to stutter, but I still got good eyesight. Hahaha. Hello, hello, hello. Hello, hi, your boy. We were slowed up a bit by losing some of the women folks who rambled away from the trail and almost got lost.