3x-xx-xx ep57 First Song - The Wind Blew Through His Whiskers

Pinto Pete in Arizona! You know the Rangers, don't fight for members of us, are my visions of thunder the sky. So why don't we face it my doorway? The stars are my lamps overhead. And when I grow tired and weary, I use saddle and dress for my men.

Oh, get, get, get, get, get, get! What are you going to put our nags? How should I know?

Them's the boss's orders. He's got a parcel of friends, a visiting from the dude ranch up yonder, and he told me... Oh, right, all right. You don't have to spend the rest of the day and tell me about it.

Just say boss's orders. Well, curl my top knot. No matter what you do or say, or try to do or say, you can bank on it if you're right, you're wrong. Ha ha ha ha!

Yes, but if you take my hunch, you fellas and slick up a bit before the boss and his friends come out. Why, as a boss got friends over the house?

I love a mic, why didn't you say so, Curls? Hey, hey, Shorty, feel my pulse and tell me which one of us is crazy. That's different. That means music. Say, we better run over a number or two before Pindle comes.

Better get slicked up? Oh, we just let the wind whisk off the dirt, huh? I know he's crazy! hahaha Twiska, Twiska's just the same Yes, the wind blew through his whisker just the same Oh, he wore an overcoat and a moplerock Just the same, just the same But on his chest, as a kire, Jeremiah

Oh, but I are brown Took a trip to town And took a little look around It was snowin', it was blowin', ice was on the ground He shivered like a pup and tried to bundle it But the wind blew through his whiskers just the same Yes, the wind blew through his whiskers just the same