3x-xx-xx ep63 First Song - Where The Huckleberries Grow

Rinto Pete in Arizona! Oh, my goodness, have I under the stock in my doorway? This falls on my lamp's overhead. I go tired and weary, I'm saddle and grass for my men.

Oh, get, get, get, get, get! D'Ours, I got good things for ya. Kinda, my tome, if the supply wagon got in,

he'd make his some of them famous homemade cookies. Whoo! Take a raid on that cookie, John. Yeah, dynamite'll make a raid on your fingers, cracking them with a mixing paddle or dish-patter or something. All of which will bring out the animal side of my nature.

So what? Then instead of cookies, we'll have animal crackers. Oh, heck, I'll just wild about animal crackers. It's cookies, but I sure like them a heap better when I can eat huckleberries with them. Well, if that ain't typically your nasty disposition,

not satisfied with swell homemade cookies, you want berries and cream with them. But you don't know how good they taste? Maybe not, but I can only see one hope for you curly, and that's to find your nice, buck some farm lass and have you get married down where the huckleberries grow.

Boy, that it suits me. I have to see the birdie Mary, swear the huckleberries grow. I long to hear the robin whistle underneath the mistle tall. Somebody's waiting still, down beside the old water mill, Where I hear the huckle, wiffle, wiffle My little sister Sally, dressed up in a galley cold We'll take myself a merry, where the huckleberries roll

Tired of being a rover, buzzing around like a bee So I've been thinking it over, there's only one place for me I long to see the birdie mary's, where the huckleberries roll I long to hear the robin whistle, underneath the mistle call Somebody's waiting still, down beside the old water mill Rest of intercalico, and when the cows come home