3x-xx-xx ep033 First Song - Sweet Betsy From Pike

This evening, breathe comforting melodies that dispells the weariness of toil and sets us free to wander in melodic gramonisms over the past, and filling our hearts with a new

carriage to meet the issues of a coming day. Melodies born on the open plain or in the humble miners cabin that bring to mind some Joyful or bitter experience of a day that's gone yet still this Let Pindo beat in his ranch boys Bring you a musical picture of the West boys. You sure looking good dream tonight say we're feeling fun and frogs hair boss

And rare in the go Tonight on the black wolf with a white tail and it's my night to have Well boy, here's the way it makes me feel. And night is full of music and the glory is complete with a frisky wailing fiddle and the stomp for shorty's feet.

Wow! The boss is waxing poetic again, let's sing before he gets real safe. Oh, don't you remember Sweet Betsy from Plank? Who crossed the big mountains with her love her eye? With two yoke of cattle, the large yellow dog?

A tall Shanghai rooster and one spotted hog? Saying goodbye, Frank County farewell for a while We'll come back again when we panned out our farm! They soon reached the desert where Betsy gave out And down in the sand she lay rolling about While I can great terror the pawn and surprise Saying that she get up, you'll get sand in your eyes

Saying goodbye, my county farewell for a while We'll come back again when we pan out our farm The Shanghai ran off, but the cattle all died The last piece of bacon that morning was fried For I got this very, dead to God, man, The dog wagged his tail and looked wonderfully sane.