3x-xx-xx ep08 First Song - Back Home Again In Indiana

In the Rangers, no ties or feathers have I, no walls of a house for my vision, for I leave all come to the sky, for wide open spaces my door where the stars are my lamps overhead, and when I grow tired and weary, I use saddle and press for my bed.

It's been in such a hurry to get in. Minds, be it the story of a lady traveling through these parts on a train.

Oh, the horse won't rest until he tells it fella, so we might just well get it over. Come on, horse, hallelujah. Well, you see, this high-toned lady was riding on the train, and it stopped for water at a desert tank where there was a little restaurant.

The conductor told her that she just had time to get a cup of coffee. So she went in and ordered a cup. But the blame coffee was so hot she couldn't drink it. And an old cowpunch of setting up the counter saw a predicament and leaned over and said, ma'am, if your coffee is too hot to drink you can have mine.

It's all sauced and blown. Oh, the wall givers, the music slivers before the boss thinks I'm a little bit old. Let's make this gathering around the old home camp, a real old-fashioned music festival.

Each one of us are doing a real old tune. What do you see? Yee-hee! Do it again! Time as I can name them from way back. Yes. They're in fur back. Nobody but you remembers them.

Why? You can't grab it. I'll have you. I'll have you know that Shirdy's all ready to play Indiana for us. Stop your fussing and singing. Come on. Back home again, back home again, and Indiana.