3x-xx-xx ep52 First Song - Baby Your Mother

No Pete, in Arizona! From the Ranger, to my reason, So why don't we face my dog with the claws on my lumps overhead? I go tired and weary, I use saddle and grass for my pants.

Oh, get, get, get, get, all get. Jack, you ought to train that man for the circus.

I never did see such a heady car. He sure is a totter up on the bed every second. Certainly is a beauty. Wouldn't care to trade her, would you? Oh, I'm not particular. Might come too high for you, Curly.

Swap even fanny horse and my string. Set my wal-eyed Mustang. Your wal-eyed and 50 bucks a boot. Why, you low down there to car use in these here parts. I'd swap my Mustang for let alone give you 50 bucks.

Why, that horse taught me to smile. A little soft music, boys. I can see a horse swap coming up. What up, man? I know that you swapped a mangy old skate and a bung-up saddle for that colt.

The whole sheep bang want worth twenty bucks. Yeah, but look how I had to break him and feed him and baby him. No, Curly, you better take the deal as she stands and get yourself a real horse.

Dog on your hide, you don't know a good horse when you see one. Why, my wall, I would out point you a man two to one. It's just the trouble, you starve the poor nag-tillies all points.

Why have a tiny bucks you and danger having one of his ribs come up and step you? I'll have you know I'd baby that horse like a mother babies or a child. Yeah maybe you ought to switch around and let the horse baby his mother.