3x-xx-xx ep19 First Song - When The Moon Plays Peekaboo

In Arizona! In the feathers, my boy. The walls of the house for my vision. Oh, I live up under the sky. The wide open space is my door with. The scars of my lamp overheads.

And when I go tired and weary, I use handle and dress for my bed. Oh, get, get, get, get on the ball. That cat's kiddedle.

And we like to scare him to death. You're dead. Say, by the way, Jack, you had little kitten that you seem to think a heap of. What's become of him? Ain't you heard of him?

No. Add himself to death? No. Well, trample to death under dynamite's big feet. Oh, gosh, he was a cute little cuss. Well, what happened to the kitten? And it grew up. Oh, fair music, boys.

And the boss gets his breath. Do not try many of your jokes on me, because I'm liable not to be as easy on your old curly.

And would I be happy to see a pile all over him like a hive or wild bee? Oh, but he might get mad and leave and not come back. My dream is out, boss. I dreamt I was in heaven and woke up to find myself.

Yeah, well, just listen. Come on boys, help me out. Just come on back. Just come on back. We have got a special place picked out for you Just come on back, just come on back, just come on back For the commerce here are many leavers new I dreamed of went to heaven, setting on a bale of hay

I got off on the wrong road, I could hear the devil say Just come on back, just come on back, just come on back We have got a special place picked out for you Just come on back, just come on back For the commerce here are many leavers new My wife and I, we parted