3x-xx-xx ep006 First Song - Open Up Them Pearly Gates

and lose itself in the kindly night of the Western Ray. The new moon in its glory and new born hope

raises its lovely face above the mountain top in the distance and sheds a soft silvery light down into the valley where Pinto Pete and his ranch boys gather around the cheery embers of a campfire In the fellowship of songs born of the West and the tiny stars peep out of their blanket in the sky

and wink knowingly at each other in approval and a perfect understanding. You see a place from that festive bog? I can clean up this yum, messa china dishes?

Dynamite? Here you stop a cast in them derogatory aspersions on them are Polish pants. How you expect you ever gonna get to have me If you carry on out of way. Yeah, yeah. Mr. Curley, Art dumb picked me self out of nice, reserved seat, right side of Mr. St. Peter.

And when you all come to riding down to Golden Street and stop the walls of Jericho, Mr. Peter's going to say, Black Boy, go out down, push that white trash off of them, Pearly Gates.

Over and up them furligates, over and up them furligates for me I'll allude you loo, when you hear that trumpet's rise I'll be coming home and I'll open up them furligates for me Now listen all you sinners, if you want to go to heaven Better get down upon your knees and pray And all you gambling skinners, better quit saying sayin' sayin' sayin'

Get yourself prepared for judgment day Open up them purligates, open up them purligates, open up them purligates for me. I'm coming home cause I done had a vision. I've seen them gait some clothes and clothes and I've seen you send us all outside.