3x-xx-xx ep051 First Song - When Its Harvest Time My Sweet

I must go out where the skies are blue and the air is clean and the rest is sweet. Out where there's never a task to do or a goal to reach at all quite fine.

And I've heard the call of the running brook. I'm tired of the tasks which each day are mine. And I'm weary of reading the printed book. I want to get out of the din and strife and the clang and clamor of turning wheel.

and walk for a day where life is life and the joys are true and the pictures real I'm going west my friend for a few minutes of real cowboy music with pinot peeps and his ranch boy we're feeling so good that we're gonna sing a high-widen handsome so powder river and letter book

Take the medal and we'll reap a heap of happiness divine Just a step from to her turn All and more gray heads together

To heartspeed as one He's still singing to her salt and wool When it's harvest time My sweet and joy The medal are Just before us, for happiness divides. Just a step and it's hard to times me.

Hey, Mr. Root, I'll make a bargain with you. What's that, Chew? Look out, Miss Root. He'll swap you out of your boots if you ain't careful. Oh, I wouldn't do nothing like that. I was going to say that if you sang a song for me, I'd take you to the hop next Saturday night.

Now, any big horse. Oh, Miss Root wouldn't even go with you. Oh, heck. I didn't do it. Now don't you worry Shook, we're gonna sing and I'm going to that dance with you too. Hot and jiggity hot and jiggity hot and jiggity hot and all.