3x-xx-xx ep093 First Song - The Old Sunday School

In class, filled with warmness, bare for God, the milk of human kindness, irrespective of their love.

I like to hear their yes or no. They mean just what they say. They may seem different from the rank and file today, but to me they seem as natural, I do do that have weathered many a storm these everyday common homely no matter what the score to a friend in need with kindness

or you'll find the open door that leads to humbleness perhaps but much like their human frame where the heart of humanity prompts and whispers come again And if you'll come with Pinto Pete and his ranch boys, you'll want to come again.

You better get your ears clean and grab a hymnbook because we're going back to the old Sunday. Well, I'm already, Jack. When do we start? Right now. Good enough. Who were so sweet when we met dear?

I'll never forget dear. Then with that, that didn't remind me of a song about my school day sweetheart. Well sing it, shorty, go on and sing her pretty.

I'ma go on too if you keep quiet long enough for me to get started. Out of all shorty, part on it. Help with your shorty. Goodbye. One small little lane where we pawn it.

What kind of a thoughtful look in your eye? What are you figuring on? Well I'll tell you Jack, you see with all you young buckaroos around here,

these young girls don't seem to pay much attention to me, so I'm going out and look for Alice. Who's the fool, Twirly? The random sisters, the singingest songs that ever sang a soothing southern serenade,