3x-xx-xx ep37 First Song - Gallop Your Troubles Away

Oh, I'm gonna love the trustful. Oh, you must be feeling good.

Feeling good is too gentle a word. I feel like blowing up and taking you all with me. Well, thanks, Curly. Yeah, but why only exuberance after a hard day's riding, eh? Can't you hear it?

I got a letter from my gal and we made up. And I'm sitting on top of the world. Oh, man, I fellas. Let's add to Curly's joy by playing him a good old tune. Come on.

Hang it. Come on, buddy, page the boss. I'm afraid Curly's lost, he says, the reasons.

Why, you poor imitation of a dime novel, you ain't seen nothing. I feel so good I could bust the wildest bronch that ever put foot on him, broad prairie. Son, you sure are getting rough.

Well, they say music hath charmed us through this savage breast. You said it, Calploque, and music is what I want and gonna have, because I'm saddening my blues to a wild Mustang and galloping my trouble away.

Ooh, one! Settle your blues to a wild moustache And get up your troubles away Away, away, away Open along with a cowboy song You'll fill up on sunshine all day All day, all day Don't worry, worry's you While you've got the drug Keep riding high and wide Don't ever stop.

Those army mavericks need a strong, steady hand. Yippim up, round him up, grip him up, time up. Use your brand. Settle your blues to a wild mustang. And give up your troubles away. Away, away, away, away.

Curly got hold of some local weed. We can do it, boy. Good boy. Glad to have you gone. You know, we can't do nothing with his own breed. with his own breeze going plum off his knot.