3x-xx-xx ep063 First Song - Where the Golden Poppies Grow

Great when we're when hit the bumps that shake us like an earthquake. How many of us can come up smiling and like the little ant who has had its hill home crushed

a dozen times by a thoughtless heel, starts rebuilding gladly and cheerfully. You know, I think it must be a part of the divine plan to make things a little tough, so that we can appreciate the good thing and maybe fit us.

Come out to the big broad west, where you can feel the spell of Mother Nature and get a broad understanding of life with Pinto Peat and his ranch boy. Just gather the folks around the fireplace and we're gonna take you out to California where the golden poppies grow.

Okay Jack, we're ready for the trip, come on. A little field of golden poppies, near a homestead painted wide, Ramen Rose is round the doorway, smiling in the pale moonlight, and best of all two pals of mine, whose way it is all these who become road and home and dry away their tears.

Instead of heaven, dried on earth before you go for you, do like it there I know, where you never find a way to come back where the golden puppies roll. A little field of golden puppies, near a home's death, painted white.

Ramen Rose is round the doorway Smiling in the mailman's eye The best of all two First this evening Oh this is a song for Jerry and his violins

It's called Play Fiddle Play Oh, not Play Fiddle For the folks and myself, will you do an old favorite of mine? You bet I will, Jack, what is it?