3x-xx-xx ep17 First Song - Oh Mona

No Pete in Arizona No strangers, no ties or feathers have I No walls of a house for my vision All I leave out under the sky No wide open spaces my door with The stars on my lamps overhead And when I go tired and weary I'll saddle and dress for my bed I'm going to quit blowing up when Jack riles me with his slander and remark.

Well, well, then you finally got it through that thick head of yawn that I've been trying to convince you of your dumbness. Why, you short off shotgun and there came no one called me dumb and get away with it.

Oh, chances, easy to see Curly's reformed. Sweet music, Ranny's a Curly's love. It's easy to see Curly's reform. Sweet music, Ranny's are Curly's liable to forget and break his relations. Looks howdy. Yeah, it's pleasant to ride in and see you all are smiling.

That's the way I like to see you. Nice boss, we were just laughing at our boyfriend Curly. He's been a pant near for the last five minutes with his tongue hanging out. Oh, I suppose they've been a pecking on our friend again.

Don't let them get you down. It'll hit twice this outfit to get me down, boss. Even then they couldn't keep me down. That's the spirit, Curly. And just for that, we'll make these cowpokes sing, Oh, Moona for it.

Come on, you're very slicker. The boss wants his damn Moona bit. There's a long-colored preacher sitting on the lawn. Oh, Moona. And his finger on the trigger and his eye on the hoe. Oh, Moona.

The gun said boo and the hogs said yep. Oh, Mona, and the preacher grabbed him with all his grip. Oh, Mona, oh, my Mona, you shall be. Oh, my Mona, you shall be free. The good Lord, I was going down the road.