Spring with its wavin' green grass and heaps of sweet-smellin' flowers on every hill and in every dale.

Time will pass and seasons will come and go.

And finally Winter, with its bitin', and whinin' wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow.

Don't interfere with something that ain't bothering' you none.

I find this corpse guilty of carrying a concealed weapon and I fine it $40.

A decent cowboy does not take what belongs to someone else and if he does he deserves to be strung up and left for the flies and coyotes

Spring with its wavin' green grass and heaps of sweet-smellin' flowers on every hill and in every dale.