3x-xx-xx ep13 First Song - Springtime In Paris

In Arizona, of the Rangers, no ties or petters have I, no walls of the house, my vision, for I leave out under the sky. No wide open spaces, my doorway, the stars are my lamps overhead, and when I grow tired and weary, I use saddle and dress for my bed.

Oh, get, get, get, get, oh, get along, oh, Oh, should those feet out of the ball? You know, fellas, I'd just been to thinking, as we were writing in, we should be happy to think that we're lucky enough to live out in a grand old country

like this, where the air's clean and fresh, and... That ain't all that's fresh out here, boss. Well, what do you mean, Curly? The freshest thing out here is that jack-flood. Ho, ho, ho. Have you two buckeroes been fighting again?

Want much of a fight boss Jack just busted a frying pan over my head No, boss that was a big mistake no mistake about it. You deliberately busted that pan over my head That's the mistake I should have busted your head Here you to carry on you think the world war was still a gone come on curly see if you can rustle up some good music

about not feeling so good? Yes, Jack.

You know, he's been enjoying poor health all day. I suppose no. He'll complain about feeling bitter. Well, that's what the finishing touch to his complaint by singing one of his favorites. I can see where you're aiming to get some special help on the fried rabbit.

Man, it isn't any way from my portion. I'm a warning. It looks dangerous, Jack. I reckon we better depend on good music for peace and harmony on both sides. Come on cowpokes, help them out, will ya?