The Beverly Hillbilly.

I can give him Senna, or sassafras, or dandelion, or juniper, or horse mint.

Or what?

Likely from Chicago or someplace.

And I shall not flag or fail.

We must be about four or five miles off.

Hillbilly, that is.

You best let go of him or that fighting you were talking about is going to commence right here in the hall.

So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly Hills, that is.

Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crude.

Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea.

Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.

The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.

Said, California's the place you ought to be.

Swimming pools, movie stars.

Can we help you, Pa?

We?

Cousin Bessie, little Auntie and me.

I'm gonna up his rent.