3x-xx-xx ep78 First Song - Call Of The Rockies

Pinto Pete in Arizona No stranger to personal pain And why are my feet in thunder The sky so wide open face Is my door where the stars are My lamps overhead Oh tired and weary I'm sad and dressed for my pain Hey down yonder in the chorus Hey hey hey

I'm a phillopique, tie that noise in a bag, will ya? I knew the minute I started singing, you'd all be jealous. Personally, I prefer hearing the boys play. Instead of letting Curly stay away down in Tennessee, let's shoot him to New Orleans instead.

Okay, have at it boys. Come on. Comparing a whole-dern brass band to my singing.

Or go along with you, Curly. When you sing, you get more attention than a dozen orca. Yeah, sure. Of course, they ain't quite as favorable. Yeah, I'll have you know that my voice has been likened to the song of the Whipper Will.

Hey, spoons we have the boys sing about the Whipper Will. Well, as far as I'm concerned, it won't sound near as good. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Well, sings in the second, more just the same.

And the butterflies fly by the buttercup just the same. All the Oreos called by the waterfall once again. And the little red hen lays around all day. Lays her eggs in the same old way.

All the catered kids do what they do, do just the same. And the goldenrod's not to the daisies down the lane. It must be heaven that I see. But there's a one who waits for me just to tell me that she loves me just the same.

All the whipper wheel sings in the sick more just the same. And the butterflies fly by the buttercup just the same. All the oils call by the waterfall once again. And the little red hen lays around all day.