3x-xx-xx ep021 First Song - Wait For the Wagon

by the sanctity of mountains, by the clear running stream, the sweet call of a bird, with a velvet carpet of green spread, in a patchwork of mingled bronze and yellow, as far as the vision of the eye may reach.

And guarded by a canopy of azure blue sky, trimmed in hermen clouds, and festooned with a pendant of solid, laymen gold. The setting, sir, is done. Nature draws her soft veil of evening closely about us, and shuts out the burdens of the past.

And as we pick our way carefully down the winding trail that heads to the open prairie, sweet melodies are born to our listening ears. Melodies of the West, we present for your approval to Pete on this ranch boy. Hey, Pinto. You know, I'm a little worried. I hope you didn't promise the folks anything to eat this evening. Well, that doesn't sound very hospitable, Jack.

Oh, it isn't that. They're welcome to it. But we just ain't got it. That's all. Well, what's wrong with dynamite? Is he sick? No, he ain't sick, boss, but he's sure a couple shade lighter. Well, what happened, boys? Well, it happened. Never mind. Never mind. You better Let me tell the boss about it.

Pinto, you know you miss the funniest side you ever saw. Oh, well, sing the folks a song, Jack, and then tell us about it. OK, let her go, boy. MUSIC Wait for the wagon, wait for the wagon, wait for the wagon, and we'll all take a ride.

Will you come with me, my fillers, to your arms, to mountain free? For the blossom smells, the sweaters come rove along with me. It's every Sunday morning when I am by your side We'll jump into the wagon and all take a ride Wait for the wagon, wait for the wagon Wait for the wagon and we'll all take a ride