3x-xx-xx ep66 First Song - Down Where The Swanee River Flows

Pinto Pete in Arizona. He's my dog. The songs of my love and trustful. Yeah, Jack, if you was me, you'd do the same things I'ma do.

Oh, heck, what I meant was if I was you and roaming around loose, I'd take the advice of a good friend and find me a gal would have put up with my tantrums and get married.

You'd have a long search to make, Jack, before you'd ever find a gal that'd put up with an ornery cuss like you. Hey, wait a minute. Remember, you're talking about yourself, Curly. Oh, well, in that case you might find someone to love you.

Yeah, I wouldn't be. Oh, curly, this is a powerful big world when you get to traveling around it. It sure is, Jack.

And there sure is a heap of folk in this old world, Curly. There sure is, Jack. Most of them are hard to get along with, Curly. You sure, Jack? Well, boys, you better sing something sweet before I forget I'm a gentleman.

You better pour some water on him to cool his feebed brow. Down where the swan he river falls, I want to be there. Down where the cotton blossom grows, I want to see there. My little sister, folk, keeping time with Uncle Joe, Singing his song and ragging on his old band-go.

I see my dear old mother, O Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, I love her when the birds are singing in the wild world. My happy childhood comes back once more. Where they care for me, every night to say a little prayer for me.

Down where the spawny river flows. Down where the spawny river flows, I wanna be there. Down where the cotton blossom grows, I wanna see there. My little sister flow keepin' time with Uncle Joe. Singing a song and ragging on his old band, yo' I see my dear old mother, oh Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy, how are lovers?