3x-xx-xx ep44 First Song - Back In The Old Sunday School

I'm blessed if I know what to make you. One time you come up busting up the corral here like you're going to smash it down. And the very next day you drag in, tail-ing. Will you see, boss, when I get to thinking of my gal, I guess it slows me up, sir.

I guess you must have your gal on your mind ninety-nine, two-thirds percent of the time, then. Don't get me to buy one now, Jack. I ask you. Because I'm just a wonder, and if she's lonely too...

Some nice lonesome music boy, so curly can do some weeping and wailing. He's got his tears all dried up. Maybe we can cut loose again.

How about a little close harmony? Well, that's something we'll never run out of, boys. Well, good. Suppose you cheer our boyfriend by singing about his court and days when he was a good boy and went to Sunday School.

Come on, let's make him yell again, boys. Yeah. Be held on him back in the old Sunday School. We sang every song. Learn right from wrongs back in the old Sunday school I remember the time your hand clasped in mine Learning the sweet golden rule Sunday school We held our hymnbook together back in the old Sunday school

We sang every song Learn right from wrong back in the old sun I remember the time your hands lasted mine Learning the sweet black and old days Yeah, they sure served their purpose fine But have you noticed that we got some pretty nice days right now, Curly?

They sure would be nice if I didn't have to put up with that pest, Jack! Awwwwww! Of course, sing a song! Will you, before I start drawing funny pictures on that guy's mug with my fist?