3x-xx-xx ep59 First Song - My Ohio Home

little Pete in Arizona. And all the brothers have I, all my business, all the brothers die. So why don't we face it my doorway? The stars are my lamps overhead. And when I grow tired and weary, I use saddle and grass for my pen.

Oh, get, get, get, get, get. Hey, the prairie, all dolled up. Hey, hey, curly, how do you get that way?

I rode in early with a boss to help entertain the company. Do you bow-hunk slide it in? So I just slipped up while I had the chance. Well, I can't decide whether you look like a Prince Charming or the Chic of Ireland.

You should wear my swing, Jim. Go to meet and coach. Hello, boss. How are you?

I answered you weren't for so long and I felt it needed merit. Yeah, isn't he? Give a strut of that hair as though he owned the rat. Well, you wanna watch out with that coat on, Curly?

It's liable to take you right back to my old Ohio town. Well, it changed my do-me good, boss. Yeah. Yeah. I wanna wake up in the morning, and hear the birdie say good morning. Oh, where they all say good morning, in my Ohio.

I wanna ramble mid the roses. I know just where to find the roses and the roses In my old god to think in it over At the close of the day Got to dreaming of clovers and new moon haze And say, ooh lies and meet the sweetie in the moonlight How it seems just at the close of the day

Wherever I roam, I think of a home I seem to drift farther and farther away But I'd never be blue if wishes came true I'm blue-cose I want to wake up in the morning And hear the birdie say good morning The way they always say good morning in my old with the roses