3x-xx-xx ep75 First Song - Little Old Sod Shanty

Don't be in Arizona! So strangers, don't fight for members of ours, For my peace in thunder the sky, For why the open space is my doorway, The stars are my lamps overhead, And when I go tired and weary, I'm sad and dressed for my best.

Okay! Why, you don't say so good.

Don't fool and boss, I do every once in a while. Sounds fishy to me, but go ahead, I'll buy it. I've been thinking that this is the one spot in the world that I've really been satisfied with.

You don't say so curly, Jack and all. Well, looking at things from a Philly... A Philly-sofical standpoint? Yes, I'm even satisfied with Jack. Well, curly, I should say you are satisfied. Too much so, I'm afraid.

Playin' with tune boys and show curly how easy it is to be satisfied. Yeah. All right. Yeah. Be your satisfied to spend the rest of your days out here and work for the boss.

Nothing else but just give me a little old grass shanty where I can keep away from you and I'll be the happiest guy, this or the other side of the rock. In other words, Cooley said he's fed with his own company and no one else.

What do we do something about that boss? Yeah. Build him a sawed janty out on the prairie and let him bake it all. Whoa, here's a musical with all furnishings. What is it we give matriacs?

I am looking rather seedy now while holding down my claim. And my fiddles are not always served the best. And the mice may shyly round me as I nestle down to the grass. In my little old sunshady in the west.