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NARRATOR: A memory of
wintertime long ago,
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NARRATOR: Freddy Martin,
an ardent admirer of the classics,
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NARRATOR: On the pages
of American folklore,
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NARRATOR: Well, sir, every time
I see an apple blossom sky,
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NARRATOR: Working, singing,
carefree and gay.
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NARRATOR: Poor Johnny.
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ANGEL: "Well,
what's holding you, Johnny?"
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NARRATOR: Says a voice.
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ANGEL: Go on. Go on out west,
if that's your choice.
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NARRATOR: Well, sir, it was an angel.
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NARRATOR:
Well, sir, that's how it all began.
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NARRATOR: Well, as time went by,
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WOMAN: Come and get it!
The dinner's on, the table's set.
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NARRATOR: Yep, Johnny did bring
folks a heap of happiness.
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ANGEL: I'm fine. And how be you?
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NARRATOR: Well, sir,
now you know the reason why
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JOHNNY: The lord is good to me
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NARRATOR: There's drama,
there's excitement,
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NARRATOR:
There's poetry in trees they say.
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NARRATOR: To the intoxicating
rhythm of the samba,
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NARRATOR: Here's a tall tale
straight from the Chuck wagon.
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ROY: Now, here on the map
of the old U.S.,
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COWBOY 1: Amen.
ROY: There's other states around.
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COWBOY 1: Wyoming.
COWBOY 2: Milwaukee.
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-And long island sound.
-ROY: Right!
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COWBOY 3:
That there is the Pecos river.
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ROY: She was pure alkali.
COWBOY 2: Just naturally mean water.
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COWBOY 1: Why,
the buzzards won't even touch it.
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ROY: Into this fertile garden spot,
once there come a prairie cart.
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-Four hound dogs.
-COWBOY 1: And a couple of cats.
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ROY: All a-goin' west,
a-lookin' for elbow room.
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COWBOY 3: Sure could use
some of the same.
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ROY: Crossin' the Pecos riverbed,
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-Yep, it was bill.
-COWBOY 2: Poor little critter.
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COWBOY 3: Homeless as a poker chip.
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ROY: For the stork had
delivered a dividend.
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-Plum unusual!
-COWBOY 2: Yep!
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COWBOY 1: Shucks.
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COWBOY 2: Headed straight
or that ol' chuckwagon.
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ROY: So, what followed
as a natural fact,
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COWBOY 3: Outloped the antelope.
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COWBOY 1:
Outjumped the Jack rabbit.
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COWBOY 4: Yeah, Bill even
outhissed the rattlesnake.
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ROY: Now, 50 to one
weren't no fair fight.
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COWBOY 3: Yep, Bill became
a rootin', tootin' cowboy!
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ROY: Yep, them was happy days
for Bill and that horse.
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COWBOY 3: Looked like nothin'
could ever come between 'em.
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COWBOY 2: Then it happened.
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ROY: Now, Bill was happy
that fateful day.
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COWBOY 3: Happy as a hog
in a turnip patch.
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ROY: And then...
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-She was strange.
-COWBOY 1: Unusual!
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COWBOY 3: Yeah,
but powerfully stimulatin'.
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COWBOY 2: Like a slug of rye
on an empty stomach.
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ROY: Gave him a right peculiar feelin'.
Set his senses plum to reelin'.
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COWBOY 2: Yep, I'amour
had come to Pecos Bill.
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COWBOY 1: Widow-maker
was plum puzzled.
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ROY: Looked like trouble to him.
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COWBOY 3: And he sure was right.
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ROY: And so,
Sue named the weddin' day.
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COWBOY 3: That there happy blushin'
bride was bustin' out with girlish pride.
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ROY: But Bill had promised Slue-Foot
Sue a ride on Widow-maker too.
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COWBOY 1: Well, here comes
the answer, fit to be tied.
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ROY: Widow-maker was plum irritated.
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COWBOY 3:
But that didn't bother sue none.
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ROY: She walked right up
to that critter's side.
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ROY: And then, that bustle.
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COWBOY 3: Underneath
them frills and flounces,
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ROY: And Sue took off
like a Roman candle.
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COWBOY 2: Sure looked
like she was a goner.
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ROY: But no, here come a ray of hope.
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COWBOY 3: Shucks,
Bill was never knowed to miss.
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ROY: Bill was calm, confident.
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COWBOY 3: How it come to happen,
nobody could never figure out.
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ROY: She was off again
on her heavenly flight.
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