3x-xx-xx ep066 First Song - When Its Night Time in Nevada

before me the stars the trees the very paths that have led me on with the endless miles that lay before the setting sun to have them share the blessings of the power of the Creole for us just as Pindo Pete in his ranch boys means of good entertainment Morris all girls how do you like the ranch by now mr. Pindo we think

Well, let's look. You like it here. I'm going to ask you to do something. Just take a little trip in your imagination and we'll carry a clear up to Nevada. It's divided and when you went away for a change in some days.

But I'm not going to be out of here if I get the boys to play something. Why, sure, Curly.

Well, come on, you flea-bittin' cows. Give us something to dance to. How's that? I'm good. The way she hobbled off. I reckon she wished you'd been a little later on.

A little later on. Well girls, this young cow hands, and that's by singing this song. We'll print out if you play the piano, we'll do our best. Well, I'll do my best too. Let's start up this old bunkhouse orchestra.

Let it go. Pull up your mouth harps, drag your banjo out. Tune your old guitar until she twangs right. Start before the snow is on the mountain and the wind is on the plane. And we'll cut the chimneys moon and with the lively old reframing.

Shine and don't be fireplace, shatters on the wall. Steel shorty, stravelous toes, a twitch and jusacol. It's the best grand high that there is within the law. When seven jolly punched her tackle, Turkey in the straw.