3x-xx-xx ep24 First Song - Sweet Cider Time

In Arizona! No strangers, no chives or penters, have I? No walls of a house, my vision, Oh, I live both under the sky. For why don't we space in my doorway? The scars on my lamps overhead?

And when I grow tired and weary, I use sandal and grass for my bed? Oh, get, get, get, get. Oh, well, dynamite, we're home and the hustle up to eat, because I'm so hungry I could kick the dashboard.

Ah, you will. Hey, Curly, look after the horse, boy. Oh, I suppose so. Say, how about a little tune-in-up, boys, for we grace the festive board? Yeah, sort of give us strength and encouragement to tackle what dynamite's prepared for us victims.

Say, Curly, with remarks like that, I wouldn't blame old dynamite for feeding you on shoe leather. Oh, I'm only kidding, boy. If I get too soft with every jack of dynamite, They both climb all over me like a mess among me.

We'll start our wheezing shorty by saying, hello, how are ya? He he he he he he. Like that makes me plumb forget I'm hungry.

Of course if you'd insist on me eating along with it, I might not have checked. Oh, what is it, Jack, what is it? Hey, I just caught dynamite in the act of powder and off a big pan, a homemade doughnut.

No! Oh! A grain of my existence. Now if we had some good old sweet cider to go with him, Sweet sweet sweet cider time! Oh, anytime sweet cider time, Cooley. You tell them boys, I ain't got the strength.

Wilder Mill! Where they made sweet cider, I made sweet love to you. They'll wheel us turnin' Cause I sat there yearning for one kiss the sweetest I knew From the old town chapel! For they made sweet cider, I made sweet love to you The mill wheel was turning, as I said, the yearning for one kiss, the sweetest I knew