3x-xx-xx ep16 First Song - When Irish Eyes Are Smiling

In Arizona! No strangers, no pies or pears have I. No walls of a house, now my vision. Oh, I leave out under the sky. No wide open spaces, my door wag. The stars on my lamps overhead.

And when I grow tired and weary, I use saddle and dress for my bed. around this bread. I'm gonna tell us a boss is gonna get married, are you? No, but dynamite is. Yeah, on this engine. I just come around the corner of the ranch house this morning and dynamite was telling the boss and ask him not to tell the boy.

Oh, I thought we'd start to give dynamite a bachelor's end all. Well, the old sardine. No wonder he wanted to borrow my yellow silk curchie for new steps. He just figured if you were as dumb as you look, it'd let him wear him.

Hey, music colors, I hear thunder and I'm a fear that's gonna rain. I sometimes wish I was getting married so I could pull away from this gang of cutthroats. That's a good idea.

You get hitched and we'll all come and live with you. Do you think you're one minute I'd have you in this loppier outfit on my spread? Not on your life. Well, I guess you're right at that, Curly. It sure would be tough on the outfit.

If you fellas think enough of this converse to keep him from being torn to pieces, you're better warble, or I'm liable to forget I'm a gentleman. Yeah, yeah. If he'd just caveman music boys, or he'll start pulling up grass with his teeth in a minute.

Talk me to Stucky, always dicksies. Just my cheeks every morning. Like the kiss and I'd been missing From a man missing since I've gone Had a bit of rest And I left my man missing I could always rest the best In her loving heart Oh, see?