What are you crying about?
You never let us keep him very long.
We're in Texas Jails at Bitter Eats.
We're just one little fortune I told in Peoria.
Some boy shoots a steel's apple so that we're old dancers.
Bring strawberries, please. Welcome. Welcome, my friend.
Welcome, my friend.
Welcome, my friend.
Welcome, my friend.
Welcome, my friend.
Welcome, my friend.
Welcome.
Welcome.
