3x-xx-xx ep12 First Song - Side By Side

In Arizona, no blangers, no pies or peppers, have I? No words of the house, my vision, all I need, while come to the sky, for wide open spaces is my doorway, the scars of my lamps overhead, and when I go tired and weary, I use sandal and grass to my bed.

Oh, get, get, get, get, oh, get. Form you rough necks to get slicked up and have lots of good music ready for our friends.

I wonder what kick the boss gets out of showing us off all the time. Well, when he has such sweet cow hands as you, Shug, why shouldn't he show a ball? You know, Curly, there's just two things in this world I'm powerful thankful for.

What's them? That I ain't got your bull legs and your nasty disposition. Yeah, you too, yeah. Let's stop your picking on each other and grab them guitars. Because if the boss rides in here with our friends and they're eating all welcome in music, he's liable to have dynamite served gunpowder in the paper shaker.

Yeah, dynamite do it too. Heave too, hide, chasers. That's what I call welcome home. Hello, everyone.

Hi, everyone. Hey, Jackie, folks, here at Fur Piece, to hear you fellas warbled some good old western tunes. What have you got in your old stupend, anything? Oh, oh, oh, oh, can't a fool of the pig of the herd?

Well, let's promise in news, and what might your first one be? Little Green Valley. Oh, Grand Old Troom! Well, sing it to the world, boys. Come on, have it, if it is... I see a candlelight down in the little green valley, where mornin' glory vines are twine and round my door.