3x-xx-xx ep091 First Song - Waters of The Mohawk

tree top mountains, the rushing waterfalls in its vast prairie lands, calling to you, my friend, to come out and enjoy the beauty of God's handiwork, to breathe its pure fresh air, to feel the warmth of its brilliant golden sunlight, to live again, calling to your spirit of romance and adventure to join Pindo Petan, his rent boys, in a few minutes of life, in

open. Hey, Fennell, we have a song about the Mohawk River. Would you like to hear it? I sure would, Jack. Go ahead and see it. Hey, is that the part of the country that means that they wrote the book about comes from? What book was written about the Indians in the Mohawk country? Oh, ain't you never read the last of the Mohawk

Walkings are dumb callying. Hey, let's sing before I commit the murders. Go ahead. The shadows of my star together I dream of the days along the road

I am by, with the old for the water The tribe of Indians you were talking about must have settled down in our country. You mean them or Mohawkans?

Yes. Was they a big guy, Miss Lonnie? Yes, they were, Joe. There were lots of smills and plenty of browns, but Mo honking. Whoo! I got some bumps, that's it. Take the bumps, big one.

Just with you. Yeah. Dries, dear, a day, hope for me. Each air is filled with reels.

I thought to keep drifting. And let's dance. Let it!

You know, Curly's got a new invention. Really? Well, he invented a new kind of a lock for trap-door spiders, so they won't have to tire themselves out keeping their traps shut. Oh, yeah? And I've got another invention too.