3x-xx-xx ep74 First Song - Rootin Tootin Shootin Sons Of Guns

Pinto Pete in Arizona! First of all, I are my vision under the stump, my doorway. The stars are my lamps overhead, and we leave. I settle and grasp for my pain.

Oh, get to get to be home, Jack, after days of nights, rustling cattle over the plane.

Oh, boy, I thought. Well, I was so glad to be home. I can't help but even like you, Colonel. Even our own colored cook dynamite looks good to Jack. Yeah, so don't you feel bad Could make me feel bad boys because when I get back to the old bunk house I sure feel like cutting the pigeon wing boys you better turn loose some of that pent up emotional curlies by wearing him down at the heel

Ways about it curly is the quint essence of exuberation I'm a rootin tootin shooting

Mitzi's good boss. What are you doing a case like that? We're just letting him wear himself down. He'll come out of it, all right, Jake? All right, girlie. Get over here and root and toot with the rest of that guy.

Yeah. is on the punchers in the west and we've got a dozen notches in our guns now we wonder where the thunder can we ever put the rest cause we're rooting to shoot and sun to gun oh we're rooting and we're tooting and we're shooting sun to gun

oh we're rooting to shooting sun to gun and we glory in the story that we're always in a fight We got the saddle from the morning to the night, and we never bother trouble till it comes.

Now we glory in the story that we're always in a fight, cause we're rooting to shoot and sun's gun. Oh we're rooting and we're tooting and we're shooting sun to gun. Oh we're rooting to shoot and sun to gun.