>>Walter Brennan almost stole it from all of them.
He left us some great romantic lyrics too...
He used to plow them rows straight and deep
And I'd come along near behind
A-bustin' up clods with my own bare feet
Old Rivers was a friend of mine.
That sun'd get high and that mule would work
Till old Rivers'd say, Whoa!
He'd wipe his brow, lean back on the reins
And talk about a place he was gonna go...
Now, one of these days
I'm gonna climb that mountain
Walk up there amoung the clouds
Where the cotton's high
And the corn's a-growin'
And there ain't no fields to plow.
Yeah, there's nothing quite so romantic as longing for death so you won't have to follow along behind a mule as you plow. /sarc
Did you ever hear the "Walter Brennan Blues"? Probably the only place to hear it was Dr. Demento. The gist of it was, the singer has the blues because he sounds just like Walter Brennan. (He does the Brennan voice perfectly.) It's a hoot.