3x-xx-xx ep02 First Song - Row Row Row Your Boat

Pinto Pete in Arizona. Of the rain, girls, my miles, of a house, my vision. All I need, all under the sky. The wide open space is my doorway. The smiles are my legs overhead.

And when I go tired and weary, I you saddle and glass to my face. Oh, get, get, get. The boys warn me that well, I will have considerable company

We'd better be on our good behavior. Well, I know what, Penn-O-Mant. I wanted you to go to that ranch house out smoothing your hair in cleanly boots. Yeah, yeah, yeah. And I'm about to pass it to the clean shirt.

The first thing you know, we'll be wearing them hard-bile shirts and spark tail coats. Come on, you Apple-Gravin' buckaroos. Get your legs under your height to welcome and tune to the Boss's guest. Come on!

Yeah, dress the ring! You predicted yourselves proud and slick enough. Now if your instruments and voices are on a par with your looks,

well we're gonna have a mighty fine time. Now you see, well, let's even the boys notice the difference in your appearance. Guys, I don't wonder it's about six months since the sawshugs real face. Oh, well, if you ever were to dirt off your face, I think you was the complete stranger I ever met before.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, it's time to show our friends we can do some besides time. Come on, let's sing. Yes, have that. R-O-R-O-R-O-R-O-R-O, gently down the stream. Let it- R-O-R-O-R-O-R-O-R, gently down the stream.

Hey Facebook! Oh boys I'd rather hear you play and sing anytime than eat.

Do we make so much noise when we eat more? Oh I'm writing me mad I meant to say that I'd rather miss to me anytime and to hear you sing. Oh, well, well, well, this is better.