3x-xx-xx ep06 First Song - My Old Kentucky Home

Arizona! In the Rangers, no kites or feathers have I. No holes in the house for my vision, All I leave all under the sky. The wide open space is my doorway, The scars on my lamps overhead.

And when I go tired and weary, I use saddle and grass for my bed. Oh, get, get, get, get, okay. You all right, oh, trap?

You're so used to living in the open, you'd smother to death with four walls around you. Well, I fell again, look at him from the outside. And at my own, can he? Say, curly, you'll have me thinking that there is something that can get under that old leather hidey or after all.

I can tell you something that gets under my leather hide all the time. And that's a ordinary old horn toad like you. So I think we did some music to smooth down the bristles, all these prairie wolves scrub.

Come on boys, let's wave an ice lively lullaby. That snake on the fire!

Then you cowpokes tune up on them guitars and bull fitters because I can tell by the look on Pinot's face that he's gonna watch some music. Now come on boys, come on out, lores. Pull them music chute nines and aim for his heart.

Shoot from the hip. Wot, wot, wot. Slay bells a ring in, the snows falling fast. Got my mew in the harness. I've got him, hits it last. Wot, mew, I tell you, wot, mew, I say.

Keep your seats as fly as a chain. Hold on to that sleigh. We're headed for the preachers. Lies do you keep cool. Grab that boarder, sit non and just, you watch my mew. Wot, mew, I tell you, and wot, mew, I say.