3x-xx-xx ep057 First Song - Dear Charlie

No matter how many cares and woes may be set us, somehow we come through them smiling, as long as we have a song in our hearts. Our mothers instill the love and necessity of song within us by crooning us to slumberland in tiny baby woods, so that our fondest recollections through life is a mental picture of mother,

singing us to sleep. There's something about most music that is comforted in and satisfied. It fills the vacant spots in our life. And soothe the aching heart. It brings messages of hope and courage. It presents the beautiful and cultural side of life.

Somehow I pity the one who says to me, I don't care for music. Poor chap. Me as but depriving himself of one of God's greatest blessing. Pindo Pete and his ranch boys are making music for you now.

Won't you join them? You're welcome you know. I promise the folks that you boys will give them some real entertainment this evening. How about it Jack? Well I'm afraid that this song will give them a heartache.

Pindo it sure is sad. Well we'll take a chance Jack. What you do, Bob? Well, it's about a fellow named Charlie Brooks who left his gallant for gutter. Here's the story, sir. Let's hear it.

Mr. Stair, since reaching the city, I find I've changed my mind. I hope you won't take me to pickle, or in the least unkind. I find we both mistaken that you would never suit me.

I find that my love is another, and I hope my dear friend you'll agree. Please send the lock as I gave you. I think it would be fair, and please be so kind as too creamy.