3x-xx-xx ep34 First Song - Ozark Mountain Home

No beat in Arizona! For one open place is my door where The walls are my lamps overhead You saddle and glass won't grow The rules get them sadders off and early

The boss has a past lavisters And one he wants is some music I declared a goodness I never saw the beat Just when I figured on wrestling quiet Now we gotta entertain company Listen to this old rattlesnake fellas You hear him tell you think he didn't like company Ah, I hear that ain't the point

There's only one thing that you maintain curly and that's a perpetual grout. That comes from looking at you all with that. You don't say so well I never knew. Music boys before curly boys over.

Come on. No curly there's one thing about you I can't understand. That's what you think.

I can't understand how you can be such an old fire eater and yet what music is being played is sang, say, your face lights up as if you was almost human. It just goes to show how dumb you are.

I was brought up in Ozarks where music is like a meal. It's part of your daily existence. Oh, so they sent you out into the cold, cruel world and teach the rest of us roughnecks how to appreciate it.

Yeah, but I'm convinced that they know you. All right, well, let's come on. Let's ship this brave night of the range back to his Ozark Mountain home. Come on. Take me back to the dear Ozark Mountain, Where the skies are always blue, There are long to be, and long to see, The folks so kind and true,