3x-xx-xx ep05 First Song - Jimmy Crack Corn

I don't peek in Arizona. And the king of the Rangers who ties or peters have I. No walls of a house nor my vision or I live out under the sky. The wide open space is my doorway.

The stars are my lamps overhead. And when I grow tired and weary, I use saddle and grass for my bed. I appoint you as the committee who wanted to check on dynamite. See if he's got things going for eats.

Tell him the boss will step on his big feet if he don't get going. That's especially going on, Jack. For sure. Company is coming. The boss is dragging in some visitors from the... You don't say.

Well, being as hell they got some reputation as good music critics. We better polish up our medals. Yeah, reckon you're right, Curly. Hey there, what is? Swing to there and show your teeth when you smile.

Come on. Oh, what is it? The boss and his friends come and like the patches on the war pen. Yeah, but they're not the most likely as usual.

Well, he's got nothing on me. Yeah, I'll say, Ed. You and Sir Holler from your head to your feet that you make a good bass drum for an orchestra. Oh, he's got a singing of why I start making a waterfall out of this long drink of pies and liquids.

Well, come on boys, fill him full of music or he's liable to lose his job. I would have to lose his gentle disposition. Jim Crackhorn, it'll care. Jim Crackhorn, it'll care. Jim Crackhorn, it'll care.

When I was young, I used to wait on Massa and hand him his hate class down the bottle and he got dry and brushed away, that blue tail fly. Jim Crackhorn, it'll care. Jim Crackhorn, it'll care.