Savage Sam

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there's a hound dog

out in Texas

he says he belongs to me

when he's on the trail

I can follow his tail

through the land

of the wild country

he was born to roam

the mountains

the prairie land so free

he can go anywhere

run the fat from a bear

chase a bobcat

to his mountain lair

or run him up a tree

in the land

of the wild country

I call my hound dog

Savage Sam

he runs so wild and free

and if he don't know

where I am

he takes after me

through the land

of the wild country

we were born

to love the country

old Savage Sam and me

we were born in the west

in the land that's best

but folks out here

never get much rest

with dogs

and boys like me

in the land

of the wild country

I call my hound dog

Savage Sam

he runs so wild

and free

and if he don't know

where I am

he takes after me

through the land

of the wild country

we were born

to love the country

old Savage Sam and me

we were born in the west

in the land that's best

but folks out here

never get much rest

with dogs

and boys like me

in the land

of the wild country

Sam, you thievin' rascal,

You better

let me have that.

A little savage, ain't ya?

Old Savage Sam.

All right, keep it.

But I tell you, if Travis catches

you with that side of meat,

He's just liable to knock you

Sky west and crooked.

Dang your hide, Jumper!

Get out of there!

How many times do I gotta tell

you to quit eatin' the sweet corn?

Now git!

Bit off more

than you could chew, huh?

What's for breakfast?

Bacon and mush. And milk,

after you finish the milkin'.

Bacon and mush.

Bacon and mush.

Every mornin' in the world

it's bacon and mush.

Why don't you cook something

different once in a while...

Than bacon and mush

like Mama does?

'cause I'm not Mama,

that's why.

Now you better

go milk that cow.

Milk the dang cow.

If you get an early start,

Maybe we can finish scrubbing

that new patch of ground by night.

How much longer will Mama

and Papa be in San Antone?

Oh, could be

a couple of weeks yet.

Till Grandma dies?

Now who said

she's gonna die?

You know, Grandma won't

like it up there in Heaven.

There's nothing to do all day

but squat around on a cloud,

Trying to pick

one of them old guitars.

Harps, not guitars.

Harps, guitars...

it's all the same difference.

Grandma don't know

how to play neither one.

Grandma's been sick before,

and she's got well.

Of course, maybe they'll

teach her how to play.

I don't suppose them angels

has got much else to do.

What's all this talk

about dying?

I was just thinking,

if Grandma dies,

Mama's gonna be mighty sad.

It'll mean she'll have to

wait around until she dies...

Before she gets to

see Grandma again.

Then we'll all be

tore up 'cause we

won't get to see Mama

again till we die.

I don't like it.

Well, don't worry about it

and maybe you'll live longer.

Me, I ain't never gonna die.

I'm gonna live forever.

Why don't you milk that cow so you

have something to live on? Now git.

Milk the cow.

Grub the brush.

Bacon and mush.

Arliss.

What?

You know, I was just thinkin'

we could use some fresh meat.

And if we get through with the

work in time, we might go huntin'.

Huntin'?

You mean it?

That's if we get through

with the work,

Which won't be likely

if you don't get to the milkin'.

I'll have that old

cow dry as a sunflower

pod afore the

bacon's half fried.

old Dan Tucker

was a mighty man

he washed his face

in a frying pan

combed his hair

with a wagon wheel

and he died of a toothache

on his heel

so get out the way

for old Dan Tucker

get out the way

for old Dan Tucker

get out the way

for old Dan Tucker

he's too lazy

to come to supper

Get him, Sam!

Fire right back, Sam!

Fire right back, boy!

Out fancy her, boy!

Go on, in and out. She'll

never lay a horn to ya!

What on earth?

yee-haw!

Arliss, get that dog

outta here!

Dang you, Sam.

Now git!

Travis,

you quit taking sides!

Go on!

Get outta here!

It's all right, Sam. You

had her beat. Get outta here!

I sent you out here to milk, not

start a stampede. I was milkin'.

easy, girl, easy.

Easy, girl. Easy, girl.

Actin' like a six

year old. I oughta

cut me a sprout and

thrash your britches.

Guess you think you're

the boss, big as Papa, huh?

Well, Papa left me in charge and

said for you to do what I said!

Now go calm that cow down

and finish milkin'!

All right.

Make me!

I'll bash you

with this bucket!

Wait till I get

my hands on you.

Arliss!

Ow! Arliss!

Ow! You quit chuckin' me,

you hear?

I hear!

Arliss, you quit that, or these

chickens won't lay for a month.

Sic him, Sam. Grab him!

-Arliss!

I'll learn you

to boss me around.

Stay with him, Sam!

Arliss! Sam, quit that.

you quit hittin' my dog!

When I get outta here, I'll

wear your tail end to a frazzle.

Arliss!

Uncle Beck!

Say, what's going on?

I could hear you hollering

on the next ridge.

Oh, what'd you got treed

there, a panther?

No, sir. Just Travis.

Travis? You mean your

brother Travis? Yes, sir.

Well, I'll be doggoned.

What you rockin' him for?

Well, dang it, he's getting

too big for his britches!

He's always

bossing me around.

Oh. Tellin' you what you can

do and what you can't, huh?

Yes, sir. He never lets me

have a say about nothin'.

and he works me

like a slave.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Well, I don't

blame you for rockin' him then.

You don't?

No, sir.

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