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[Music]
good evening mistress namely still
snowing I don't know to tell you the
truth never look you get your man will
not shit but I got my own thing going on
gone over the rim tonight
how's your son Chester he here trouble
lately
I need to hear from Chester it'll be a
year I was thinking of the song that you
read about him
I want to sing it to my wife last night
you know we got a boy just about Chester
if you'll excuse me though my voice
isn't just right you know we can't get
an epic a cup on this fall to the
country right ahead mr. Snavely won't
consider me rude if I play with my mitts
on will you
not at all mr. schneebly
there was once a poor boy and his mom he
would lead a sinless life and always
shown the fatal first of joy what's in
the city he got a situation in a quarry
I'm very me the acquaintance of some
college thought they were demons they
tempted him to bring me down he danced
the glass a far more funny stagger
through the door with delirium tremens
once upon the sidewalk he met a
Salvation Army girl and wickedly he
broke a tambourine oh she said was
heaven heaven bless you find police to
mark upon his brow with a kick she'd
learned before she has business
tomorrow - young man - my uncle wake up
ah said speaking of the city it ain't no
place for women gal but pretty men
[Music]
always said something to make a split
your signs of lavender
[Music]
[Applause]
I need a big night out
hello Oh mr. slave League Oh chief oh
and how I moose mousse cream
[Music]
day to fix night house of mana
[Applause]
and it's forestalling for almost
apartment
huzzah Smee
did you find any gold down the coast
Paul oh that's no good
boys be on the table a nougat of gold
and nougat
just what you've been a cooler than the
hills for when I won the 30 years it
must be worth almost $100 hope to pay
off the mortgage on the old shack
it's that pillow from Edison Hackman her
again yes and he wants more money
writers hi he wants more money and if
you don't get it you'll take our
Malibu's you won't take old balls oh my
lead dog why not Paul cause I had him
you and him he was my he good with
mustard we was a washing over blind a
Grimm last night
you better take your muff locks off call
captain Pipitone of the Canadian Mounted
muggle to police dogs across the border
for you smuggle the police dog across
the border for me yes these days for you
to keep it under your hat
Oh big is it about so high he's crazy
Paul it's just three years today since
they put audio son in jail for stealing
them bar bonds and I know he never stole
them sure he never stole Oh Chester
never stole all of them from nobody
hardly ever do you think he'll come
ahead and for whole when they turn him
loose from that leg of jail
I reckon gas and calculator will
Oh
[Music]
don't cry ma we got our son back again
anyway welcome home Chester
thank you Paul and I don't suppose we'll
have him with us long once the city gets
into a bahai system he loses his a
hankerin for the country sit down
Chester thank you Paul
that's my soup mom hand me that bread I
was Duncan will you thanks dad
I never gonna leave the old farm again
I've come back here to stay with you and
Maude and I ain't ever gonna leave again
[Music]
it's a good to see you both again
and I'm so glad to be back home with you
and mom but I can't talk I'd like to go
to my little bedroom and lay on the bed
and cry like I was a baby again go to
your room and have a good cry dear I
don't know you feel I feel so tired I
think I'll go to bed why don't you lie
down and take a little rest first
Chester well good night Paul good night
good night mom didn't I just sleep thank
you Paul you to sleep well Chester thank
you all you sleep well don't forget open
the window a bit just er don't forget
don't fingers a bit far
I won't yes don't forget dump me win the
bid Chester is up a bit two more good
night good night
[Music]
I think I'll go out nuke the elk don't
forget your boots on Paul thank you
and I need a fit night out on my hobbies
Leena
Lina honey office :
Papa's calling old amber Lina it's me
Camero me Justin did you steal their
bonds yes mom I stole them bond I was a
bank messenger and they caught me fair
and square
I wasn't framed I know just stole them
but I never would admit it to your
father if he bought you stolen it would
break his poor old heart never tell him
any difference
goodnight Chester goodnight
and it ain't a fit night out a man or
beast
it's just to going to bed yet mom I
don't think so Paul
[Music]
can I speak to you a minute son yes
[Applause]
Chester did you steal them Bob I knowed
you storm son but I never would admit it
to your mother she thinks you're
innocent
we must never tell her anything she
taught you storm bigger poor heart oh
it's so good to be home there I'm gonna
stay here now with you in law for all
time mister have you anil ambani zhonya
or any of that money
no dad ain't got any of them bond Donny
and I took that painted money and threw
it away and then you came back to me
[Music]
you
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