3x-xx-xx ep03 First Song - Home On The Range

Don't be in Arizona! Oh, I am the king of the Rangers! No eyes or feathers have I! No walls of the house from a vision! Oh, I live out under the sky! No wide open spaces by doorway!

No stars on my left overhead! And when I grow tired and weary! I'm by you saddle and thrust for my bear Get, get, get, get, get, get, get along When you fellas sure tickled me, you just play more pepper in the last mile of the chorale than I see in a week on the rain

I reckon we gotta be full of bad balls if we wanna keep up with you Oh no, here, that's one on you, Pinto Alright, alright, alright, but let's see if you can keep up with me to the warstrofen get slicked up for eats No, but I gotta have music to inspire me Come on, Slicker.

And spy a boss with your mouth off. It's my good cause, you know. Yeah, don't forget that. A sprig of getter and bull fiddle. Well, you sure did a good job on that, boys. Yeah, we aimed to please, boss.

Hey, by the way, Curly, what was that you were talking to, that visitor from the East about last night, about tying rocks to the cattle's tail? Yeah, so the cattle'd be sure to kill the flies when they swung at it.

Oh, no, look. That ain't all you told me, either. Oh, come on, let's have the worst of it. Oh, heck, boss. I just told him, I'll stay as soup as my popular right now, and we're stretching their tail so we can get a better prize on.