3x-xx-xx ep62 First Song - Show That Fella The Door

No feet in Arizona. No strangers, no friends or members of I'll thunder the sky. No one of the faces might always must cause all my lamps overhead. And when I go tired and weary, I use saddle and dress for my pen.

Oh, get, get, get, get. Oh, you sure take them either way, you'll fuss over and baby that pintohorsey or... Yes, say listen young fellow, old desert chief and I have been part for some time.

He's seen me through some pretty tough roads. Why shouldn't we love each other and respect each other? Well, I guess you're right boss. If you can take the bumps together you ought to be able to enjoy the smooth end of the road too.

That's just like my old Mustang boss, we sure understand each other plenty. Why desert chief even helps me when I'm in the mood to ride forward. No. Yes, she just stands there and steals and sort of dreams along with me.

It's sort of a dream pal. Him and Boss, mind me the little Irish girl I used to go cotton. When I'd take a home we'd set in the front parlor and gaze out at the moon and dream by the hour.

And I suppose as usual you'd whisper sweet nothings in her hair. Until the wee, small lores grew again. Until the pappy come to the scare way and holler, Hey Maggie, show that fella the door!

She showed him the barter and he whispered, I love you. She showed him the kitchen and he promised to be true. She showed him this, showed him that the mall that I adore Maggie. Yes, ma'am, show that doll the door.