3x-xx-xx ep60 First Song - Where Do You Work John

No Pete in Arizona The members of I Are my vision under the sky So why don't we face this white old way The stars are my lamp overhead And when I go fired and we leave I use saddle and grass for my pen Oh get get get all the hungry Open it up yourself

Ah look I hear you bull-legged old spider Don't call me a spider, I'm liable to bite you. Hey, whoa up there, what are you two grumbling over now? You're wasting a flocking guinea hen. Well, it's his job to open up the crowd game.

No more than tears yours. No, ain't that a pretty kettle of fish. I'll settle that argument. Both of you get down and open the gate. There, I'll hold your horses. Hey, you flathead. You just flathead.

What? Yeah. Ha ha ha ha. Jack, I reckon the boys are kind of tired, So you better pep them up a bit with some good lively music. Okay, boys. Here she comes. All right, let's go.

I'm gonna get a gal. See, that's right, good music.

Maybe I should let all you fellas go and get me a string of cowgirls. Oh, Jimi, that's swell. Then I'll be your former. Yeah? I'll take a job with you too, boys. Yeah! Hey, hey, wait a minute.

I didn't see the guy. Get a picture of Pinot's cowgirls trying to stop a stampede! Yeah, a round up of Brandon's cattle! Hey, lay off you two, I guess I said the wrong thing that time.

Well, I sure would hate to have anyone ask me where I was working! Where do you push your drums all the double bar lock the bomb?