Well, you are familiar with his file.

That's what I had in mind, boy.

Boys, yes.

Show me a boy that's grown up in the country.

Something about it seems to close in on a boy and keep him small and immature all his life.

His granddaughter.

Why, I'd think these city boys would be standing in line for you.

If a fella was to dance this in a fresh plowed field, he'd auger his way right into the ground with it.

He's holding his tonic.

He missed his nap.

I'm a mountain boy, born and bred.

Gentle come to his senses.

Even Paul leaves his fiddles.

Slice his forks, beat all bones.

Pearl, his mind is wandering again.

in a life with a man I could neither love nor respect.

In the mountains, especially.

A poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed.

Once he gets his arms around that girl,

Won't much matter where he keeps his feet.