3x-xx-xx ep103 First Song - Sweet Genevieve

reflecting to the earth, the radiance of thy love, the brook that sparkles in the sun, and the song of the birds, how the day is done. It is a mystery in the mind of man, who runs life's race, or the desert's hand at last, in the crest of a wave, like a wreck I in despair as now before, with my arms outstretched to that heavenly door.

and the tears that I reach for thy hand. And the resting flake won't you stop for a while and rest with pinto Pete and his ranch boys. And to see it. You know, we got a sweet old timer, boss.

We've been practicing on it. See if you recall it. All right, Jack. Remember I'm a listening. It's your turn, boss. And remember that I'm a listening dude.

Just a thinking. How do you know?

Were you running a fever? Oh, shut up. Just give me an idea. What do you mean an idea? I mean food for thought. Food for thought? That's what I said. Well, feeding your thoughts ought to be cheap enough, but come on, tell us, what is this idea?

Let's have the Randall's sister sing a song. Bye, gosh, Curly, for once you have an idea that's good. Come on, gals, turn one loose. Yes, sir. Let her go. Just cream a little less. A dreamy melody that brings a memo of childhood.

Oh, Jesus, sir, oh, make me think to me We like a man It was fine Say, uh, boys, sing another old song

And let me heist along with you Alright, Tenno, just get your bass voice over here And let's go on the old, open bucket, that's old, it's got more on it