3x-xx-xx ep61 First Song - Sunny Tennessee

And defeat in Arizona! From the rangers to the purple fingers, And I are my deezy under the sky. So wide of the spaces, my doorway, The stars are my lamps overhead, I grow fired and weary, I use saddle and glass for my hands.

Oh, get, get, get, get handsome for a man Apollish, and a shield on that new western saddle is born.

It's a shame I got it worked so hard just because that gang got jealous and splashed mud all over it. I want jealous Jack. I would just soar to think you waited till you'd jipped me out of my favorite ight pony before you bought a new saddle. Oh, you weren't jealous. You just looked like a stop and go light.

You'd turn red one minute and green the next day. Well, now I'm flashing yellow, which is a caution signal to you, you big stiff. Oh! A little jealous music boy, so this comedian can change color.

Come on, boy. Him, jealous. Don't just like its title,

because that word causes a heap of trouble in this old world. There, now, there, now. Did I tell you, Curly? You mustn't get that way anymore, now. Of course, that fellow Jack would try the patience of my old mammy down in Tennessee.

And all he said, she had more patience than anyone I know. Heh heh heh. Jack is hard on your timed-hole, man, but he seems to enjoy it. Yeah, but he's only one what does? Well, get even with them curly by being sweet.

Retelliate with a song. I try and remember how patient my old mammy was down in sunny Tennessee. That's the boy, you are. When the shades of night are falling, Tennessee, I give you calling.