3x-xx-xx ep100 First Song - Sweetest Little Rose in Tenness

I can something new and startling appeared to melt into the beauty of the world. Can life leap the eyes in the touch of a palmeeting to tell the day farewell?

Into the sunset, these sometimes seem, Dang day, all its beauty had been accumulated, and then lavishly poured into the elements. That so mysteriously and wonderfully made up that sunset. Beauty are the heartaches and hungers and strivings of us all, Which the world looks at so admiringly, never dreaming the trail of light, Dixon.

Who does not see his own soul in every sunset? Just now Pinto Pete and his ranch boys see their guests coming down the old trail to the ranch. Say, boss, did you ever hear the song about the sweetest little rose in Tennessee?

No, I don't believe I did, Jack. Well, this rose wasn't red and it wasn't white, but you listen and will tell you all about it. Just start singing. It's an enemy, you're with your playing box.

That good night, lost that good night. Pretty song, boys. You know there's nothing...

Better saying I feel a poem coming on. Alright, Joe. You stop me just in time, I'm telling you. Alright Shorty, come on up here in Warblis at tune with you. Sure Jack, here's one I learned in town the other day.

Go Jack! Take a bow! We stroll the lane, Left at the rain, Together, Ang loves refrain, Together, Then we'd both, It would never,

Love us together, Love us all. So does it gettin' it?

Get what? Got crewnitis, They're havin' a plague of it on the radio. Well, what's the symptoms, Curly? Well, when they get crewnitis, They kind of tilt the head like a sick chicken and cool something like a home sick turtle. Oh Better shut up. Oh, come on girls. You better sing for our turtle dove loses tail feathers