3x-xx-xx ep07 First Song - Ragtime Joe

Don't peek in Arizona Get old, get old, get old, get old, get old.

Papa put bullets in our soup for being late. Hey, you're feeling any too good.

What's dealing him? He was telling me last night he decided not to get married. Yeah, that's what he told me. He went into town to put a marriage notice in the paper, and the clerk told him it cost him $3 an inch.

Well, so what? Well, dynamite figured he couldn't afford it because he was six feet tall. Amen, amen, amen. You better serenade him from here to get him in good humor. That's a good idea. Come on boys, make it shuffling, huh?

Send him in first to sort of smooth the way. Hello, hello, hello.

Go on, hangin' out here at the grail first. Well, you see, boys, we were sorta late, right and in. We hesitated about goin' into the house on a card of dynamite, not feelin' somethin'. I don't wanna fairly much crown us with the dishpan or somethin'.

Yeah, well, he ain't so dangerous, especially if he gives him some good music to soothe this feelin'. That's worth a try, fellas. Come on, let's crew, huh? He always sings, back and forth, in the saddle on a horse.

Let's sing to cater Gator there, search upon him, meet you to the road of his repeater, how they run. When the ear develop's gone, because the western folks all know, he's a high-fellow shooting son of a gun from Arizona, right-time cowboy Joe.

He always sings, a ragged music to the cattle as his wings. Back and forth, in the saddle on a horse. Let's sing to cater Gator there, search upon him, meet you to the road of his repeater, how they run.