How about a little fresh air?

I got a little homemade spinner.

Mr. Drysdale, I think you're a little wrought up.

You put a little pork rind on it, and I fold them in that big.

In a little town called Ripley, but what's even more disturbing... We got to do something.

We drive up to a farmhouse, use the phone, ask for a little food, they stick the dogs on us.

It's Sam and Pete and Joe.

Yes, and the same fellow answered and he's still laughing.

He's the postmaster and the justice of the peace.

The political boss, the gunslinger, and the crooked judge.

Try and stop him.

Herb and Louise Vagrant.

And I demand a fair and impartial trial before a judge.

All I hear there is rock and roll music and girls laughing and people yelling about Liberation Day.

The judge is up the river and he's up the creek.

Yeah, and I'm getting the worst of it.

And if I look back and see that bear driving, you're in big trouble.

And that's when he started laughing.

Will you sit down and be quiet?

And I made that stuff you're sniffing.