Mayfields vs the Mc Coys

How about it? How? Does that answer your question, buddy? Mazy. Just a moment you'll hear Mazy in radio. Starring the same glamour star you ought to enter see and loud's on the screen, but first you're announcing.

Mazy was here with Brooklyn, and am I ever out of my element way down here in the back hill country?

Little band. But I sophisticated music laid an awful eight down here where a job, a washboard, and a break drum are considered musical instruments. The audience requested pop those to Weasel, and we're disappointed when our violinists couldn't play it, standing on his head and doing the problem with the joints of his big toes.

They thought we just weren't talented. So we're out of words, and I found myself hiding along the highway, all alone except for the roaded denverance, the dust and the snake or two. There is lonely around here.

I'd just like to know there were other people around somewhere. Well, that convinced me. Somebody must think I'm a deer. Hey, come on. They don't believe me. Susan! Oh boy, what a great car. Come on, come on, jump in.

See, thanks, mister. Holy, hopping, harmony grits. It stays your bell. Is it who's he bell? He'll come back from the city. Let's get out of here before we have to come back to my dad.

What's the right? Oh sure, he's good to see you face, Daisy Bell. Oh, that looks so good. Why are you looking everyplace else? I, granddaughter, my eyes aren't you good now, but I can see you're still a fine figure of a gal.

Falls are fire. There goes no windshield. Now, we have to steal another one on the Gold Town Saturday. Well, hold on tight granddaughter. We're turning off on to Kirk Road. This is the car or a horse.