3x-xx-xx ep58 First Song - Good Old Sunny South

I'm gonna be in Arizona You're the Rangers No time for my best I'm under the stand of the space My dog with the claws on my lips Overhand I go tired and weary I'm sad and dressed for my best

Oh get, get, get, get, get Heard of wildsters and stampede Someday you'll break my neck trying to get through this gate

Hey, break your leg. That's good. Did you ever see Rubber Break? No. But I have seen steel snap. And if you get me mad, that's liable to happen. I can tell by the look of that turtle's face, he's liable to snap any minute.

Come on, let's sneak up on him with some light music, fellas. Maybe we can note the difference. I have a sneaker, and they said it to one of them, all of them, Colonel.

You said it, boys, and I'm proud of it. Yes, sir. I come from a long line of southern settlers of the old South. Well, you all wouldn't be a southern colonel, would you, Curly? All the real southern colonels are past all.

Yes, I know, but I thought you might be one of the last. Are you trying to infer that I'm old? I'm sweet. Southern music is the best, Tarlig, I know, in cases of emergency fellows.

Swing it! When you see blue skies and fields of white, and the sun is shining bright, yes, sir, that's a good old sunny south. When you hear that same old robin sing, that you heard of North and Spring, yes, sir, that's a good old sunny south, where your heart falls to play, and your feet won't do damn.