3x-xx-xx ep04 First Song - Red River Valley

In the King of the Rangers The tide will feather and survive The house for my vision Though I live all under the sky For wide open spaces, my doorway The stars are my left over here And when I go tired and weary I use saddle and brass for my best Oh, get, get, get, get, get.

Hey, Shorty, grab this pit on fillin' full of water, will ya? I gotta get up to the ranch, huh?

What's so important, boss? Well, I just happen to think dynamite promised to make me some good old-fashioned southern cornbread for each. That's me and the kids. You'll need a bodyguard to keep me of them gamittin' zoos.

Oh, my Lord, I got to protect him if it takes the last bit of wind out of shore, he's a court of people. I'm glad you know. He couldn't let you hurt yourself at any cause.

up and at them boys and fill them with a goat mew. The music like that why I'll keep poor old dynamite over the bake oven steady for a moment. In the one weekend to help eat any excess bacon, a cornbread, a dynamite maker.

Well that's very considered to you chaps. No I wonder if I could interest you fellas in singing some good music while I blow some of this Arizona dust out of my ears with water. We try to make more noise than you do, Bob.

Come on. Come on. Day before and sing the sun to rest, On memories my thoughts recall, Of days I lost the best, Till then my honey sings of all Lang's fine.

My name's your voice, I sing in mail Her singing sweet, I can see the hicksy Ever been in one of them dust storms that get on the Texas plain?