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Hyah!

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪

♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪

♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Don't try To understand 'em ♪

♪ Just rope, throw And brand 'em ♪

♪ Soon we'll be livin' High and wide ♪

♪ My heart's calculatin' ♪

♪ My true love Will be waitin' ♪

♪ Be waiting at the end Of my ride ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up Head 'em up, move 'em on ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up Rawhide ♪

♪ Let 'em out, ride 'em in Ride 'em in, let 'em out ♪

♪ Cut 'em out Ride 'em in ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

Hyah!

Hyah!

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

On a trail drive, a man can find the things he wants:

a sense of God's good earth,

the room to move in, a job to be done.

Of course, there's not always enough water,

and you can't always choose your own company.

There's some that say that's all that's wrong with hell.

It's up to me to handle good and bad.

I'm Gil Favor, trail boss.

That's him.

He sure is a lonely-sounding cuss.

Yeah, he's gonna be a lot lonelier.

Come on, let's flush him out.

Did I see what I thought I saw?

You must've.

I'm seein' it too.

Indians don't have things like that.

What do you figure? Don't know.

Whoever is firing 'em off ain't doin' it for a celebration.

Not out here in the middle of nowhere.

Maybe somebody's in trouble.

Let's see.

You stay away from me, mister, or I'll light it.

Nothin' to be afraid of, boy.

We're just a couple of drovers.

Where's your cattle?

They're bedded down back there.

We're lookin' for a coyote.

Did you hear one a while back?

I guess you scared him away.

That's what I meant to do.

Now, I mean it, mister. I'll light it.

You're the one who will get hurt.

Not if I throw it, I won't.

You run away from home?

Askin' questions to strangers around here, mister,

will just get you into trouble.

Give me it.

You gotta be careful with those things, mister.

He says his grandfather used to make fireworks.

Maybe we'd best let him tell it.

What are you doing out there all alone, Davey?

Where are your folks?

It was Indians.

Indians?

They... They killed my father and my grandfather,

and they carried off my mother.

Well, uh...

H-how did you get away?

I was hidin' in the barn.

The Indians took our horses and set fire to the barn.

But they didn't wait to see it burn all the way.

That's how I got out.

You been alone for long?

Well, it happened a week ago, Mr. Favor.

He's tryin' to get to his uncle in Eberley.

Where do you come from, Davey?

Westfork, Mr. Favor.

But that's only two days back.

You said a week ago...

Well, it was his pony, boss.

He couldn't leave without findin' his pony.

It took me a long time to find him, Mr. Favor.

Lucky he scares so easy,

or the Indians would've got him, too.

Now that's enough questions for tonight.

Poor little lad's all tuckered out.

Now, here's some warm soup for you, Davey.

We go right by Eberley, Mr. Favor.

Now, Pete, even if we didn't,

we sure wouldn't leave him all alone out here

in the middle of the prairie.

Go ahead and drink it.

Wishbone wouldn't give you anything that would hurt you.

Well, I never thought I'd live to see the day

that you'd admit it, Pete Nolan.

It tastes real good.

I guess I'm just not very hungry.

I'll bet your horse is.

I'll take him out and give him some graze at the remuda.

Well...

Couldn't he...

I mean, couldn't you let him stay with me?

Sure we could, Davey.

He's a right smart-looki" little pony.

But you better be gettin' some sleep. Come on.

Oh, uh...

You can use my bedroll.

Now, nothin' of the kind.

There's a place for him in my wagon.

Well, uh... I'd kinda like to sleep

like I've heard trail drovers do.

On the ground with your head on a saddle.

Oh.

Well, sure.

Uh, tell you what:

Suppose I tie up your pony to my wagon,

and you bed down next to Pete?

Yeah, and get his saddle, huh?

I got it.

No, he told me to take it in.

Here you are, Pete.

Get outta my way.

You know, when he gives you that smile, like that,

you expect him to bust out cryin'.

But you've got to remember what he says he's been through.

Losin' his whole family like that.

Davey?

You wanna feed these to your pony yourself?

Oh, no, thanks. You do it.

Thanks a million times, from Jonathan and me.

You sure there isn't anythin' we can do to help, boss?

Just give him time.

Can you imagine

him settin' off across the prairie alone?

He ain't got no one but that one uncle in this whole world.

Mr. Favor?

Hey...

Go to sleep, now.

We can talk in the morning.

Well, he ought to have a bite to eat first.

Nobody can sleep good on an empty stomach.

There you are, Davey.

Thank you, Mr. Wishbone.

Eat it. Don't play with it.

Mr. Favor...

I been thinkin'...

On a trail drive, a man has to pull his own weight.

That's right, Davey.

Well, maybe you could find somethin' for me to do

that'd be useful to ya.

I'll sure find something.

After all the sufferin' he's been through,

to be thinkin' of somebody else.

Well, now, that's somethin'.

That's a fine lad, Mr. Favor.

And it just might be he's got a fine imagination.

Well, now, that's no thing to say.

Why, look at him.

Poor little tyke,

he's too miserable even to eat.

How's it going, Davey?

Oh, fine, Mr. favor.

Well, now, that's a mighty fine thing to do, boy.

You learn the manners of the trail real quick.

Oh, it's nothin', Mr. Wishbone.

I always dry...

I used to dry dishes for Ma.

Well, it's a mighty fine thing to do, anyway.

And I done somethin' for you.

Yes, sir.

There you are.

Cut 'em right down to your size myself.

Oh, thanks, Mr. Wishbone!

My grandpa and ma and pa would've liked to see me in 'em.

But, well, now that they're gone,

I guess I'd better not be happy about anything.

Oh, well, y-you keep 'em,

and wear 'em when you feel like.

You look like a real drover in them chaps, Davey.

Would you like to play with us, Davey?

Uh, I don't think so, Mr. Quince.

Thanks anyway, though.

We don't have to play for money, boy.

Look here, Davey.

Oh, Mr. Rowdy!

He's all mine?

He ain't no one else's.

Grrowk?

Took a little old frog to do

what 25 grown men couldn't.

Yeah.

Well, just don't seem right,

the good Lord sendin' big troubles on a little kid.

Well, I guess he ain't got to you

like he has the rest of us.

Oh, he gets to me, all right.

But I was just wondering why we hadn't heard

about any Indians in the neighborhood.

Well, there's a lot of things we don't hear about.

Mm-hm.

You'll have to halter-break him, Davey.

Now, here, Davey. You're gonna need a cowboy hat.

That the smallest we got?

Yes, sir.

Well, there's a newspaper I been savin' ever since San Antone.

Get it.

Why, just goes to show:

You never wanna throw anything away.

Don't ordinarily hire-on a hand

with a head quite as little as yours.

Well, now, that's somethin' to like.

Davey?

I feel just like...

I feel just like a real drover.

Exceptin' I don't have a lassoing rope.

Oh?

You know how to use a rope?

Oh, yes, sir.

I think.

Pete, see that he gets a rope.

Oh, Mr. Favor?

Thanks a lot.

For what, Davey?

For just being you.

You're w-welcome for that, Davey.

Keep it up, Davey.

Pretty soon you'll be ready to hire on as a drover.

Well, thank you, Mr. Favor. Thanks.

Too bad we reach Eberley tomorrow, though.

Doesn't give you much more chance to practice.

You worryin' about your uncle?

Yes, sir.

Pete and I could ride in first. Tell him what happened.

Oh, thank you, sir.

I guess I'd just as soon not ride in with you.

Any other reason you don't want to ride in with us?

Well, it'll be so bad on him,

findin' out about...

Well, it's his whole family.

By the way, you never did tell us your family name, Davey.

It's Colby, Mr. Favor.

That's our name, Colby.

Colby, huh.

It was Indians.

That's what you said, wasn't it, Davey?

Um, yes, sir.

Indians.

I think you'd better ride in with us after all,

tomorrow, Davey.

Yes, sir.

I'll do everything I can, Mrs. Stevenson.

Thank you, sheriff.

Mornin', sheriff.

Drovers?

We look like it or smell like it?

Both. Heh.

No offense.

Ain't the boy back there... He a junior kind of drover?

I was wondering if you could tell us

where a family named Colby lives?

Colby?

No Colby in Eberley.

Not that I know of..

And I know everybody.

There's a Colby here. You just don't know him.

I don't?

This town's never had more than 165 souls in it.

None of 'em named Colby.

You're, uh, sure?

I been sheriff here for six years.

I don't care how long you been sheriff.

There's gotta be a Colby here.

It's this boy's uncle.

I don't care whose uncle he is.

Colby ain't an everyday name.

Been somebody here named Colby, I'd know it.

Davey comes from Westfork.

Maybe you've heard of the Colbys over there?

No.

Attacked by Indians a couple of weeks back?

Indians?

There be any Indians within a hundred miles of Eberley,

I'd know it.

Everybody in town would know it.

Oh, don't take it so hard, Pete.

Some kids just find it easier to lie

than tell the truth.

Should we be gettin' back, Davey?

All right, Davey.

Dismount.

Do you know what this is?

No, sir.

It's a tree.

This isn't a hickory branch, but it'll do.

You wanna whup me, Mr. Favor?

I want the truth, Davey.

But I told you the truth.

About your uncle?

Well, no.

About the Indians?

Well, Davey, what about the Indians?

There wasn't no Indians.

You made up that whole story?

Well, we do live near Westfork,

and my grandfather does make fireworks, and...

And you did run away from home.

Well, I had to. I have to find my pa.

Where did you expect to find your father, Davey?

Somewheres north on the Sedalia trail.

He's a bounty hunter.

A bounty hunter?

Well, what's wrong with that?

There ain't enough lawmen around here,

and somebody's gotta do the dirty work.

My pa's the best man there is.

He makes a livin' for Ma and me,

catchin' men who've done wrong.

So, what's so bad about that?

Davey, north on the Sedalia trail is from Texas to Missouri.

You expected to find your father by going along with us?

Now, you can dream up somethin' better than that.

Well, my mom wants me to find him.

She gave me a message about the man he's after.

Davey, no mother sends a boy your age

alone into the dry plains.

She must be sick with worry.

Eatin' her heart out,

right now, wonderin' where you are.

Now, you gonna tell me the truth...

or you gonna make me use this?

I can't tell ya. It's private.

Oh, take him home to his mother.

Now wait a minute.

I don't want any part of him.

It's your responsibility.

Well, why me?

You found him.

And I sure didn't know what I was flushin' out.

Have Wishbone give you some food.

It's good two weeks' clear grazin' ahead.

We can spare you.

Well, what if you get into some trouble,

or somethin'?

Way I see it, all the trouble is yours.

Mr. Nolan?

I never wanted to make you mad at me.

It's just that... Well, I gotta be with my father.

What's the matter? Don't you believe me?

Every time you open your mouth, another lie comes out.

You just keep your mouth closed.

My mom's gonna be awfully mad too.

She ought to whale the daylights outta you.

There's a creek through those trees.

Fill the canteens.

Davey, Wishbone packed us some meat.

You wanna get it before you go for the water?

Hey, Davey!

How far did you think you'd get before I'd notice?

I'm gonna fix it where you can't run off no more.

You're the one I should hobble.

Does it hurt him?

No, it doesn't hurt him.

Not unless his feelings are hurt.

And don't think you're gonna be able to untie it.

I have enough trouble with it myself in the morning.

You sure it doesn't hurt him?

I'm sure.

I want you to know, Mr. Nolan,

no matter what happens, I'll always be your friend.

Well, I told you to get that meat.

Still can have a little bite to eat.

Davey?

Davey.

Davey?

Davey?

Davey!

Davey!

Well, he won't get far without you.

Hey, stagecoach!

Hey, hold it.

Mr. Gray, guard, a holdup man!

You see him?

Yeah, I see him.

Keep going. Hurry!

Hey, driver!

Hold it!

Well, keep going. Don't stop!

Just a warnin'.

Till we see who he is.

Get inside, boy.

I wanna watch.

You'll get yourself killed.

Come out with your gun hand high.

Good afternoon.

What you after, mister?

That small boy.

That sound kinda crazy?

That's him, Mr. Gray.

Yeah. Yeah, it sounds kinda crazy.

Wait a minute, I don't know

what Davey's told you,

but I can kinda figure it out.

You makin' out you didn't kill his family?

He also tell you that he's going to his Uncle Colby in Eberley?

Well, he ain't got no Uncle Colby in Eberley,

or anyplace else.

He's run away from home.

If you'll put them rifles away, I'll undertake to get him back.

I told you he'd say that, Mr. Gray.

I'm the only witness against him.

And he can't let me get to my uncle.

Mr. Gray, my trail boss is with the herd

just a few miles north of Eberley.

If you're interested in the truth,

let's catch up to him.

Well... You've got my gun.

You put me in the stagecoach, and tie my horse on the back.

It's, uh...

It's out of the way, but...

Well, I don't like to cause trouble for no one

till I hear both sides.

But it's a trick.

Herd's about a half a day's ride.

I'll get my horse.

I meant to tell you about Jonathan, Davey.

I didn't have a chance to untie him.

You mean he's still hobbled, Mr. Nolan?

Yeah, I didn't know it was gonna take so long to find you.

Gee.

Jonathan's probably gettin' awful hungry.

He sure is.

And thirsty.

Yeah, especially if we have to go all the way back to the herd.

Well, maybe we better go take care of Jonathan, Mr. Nolan.

Oh, uh, can...?

Can you take care of this, ma'am?

Goodbye, Mr. Gray.

Davey, you sure you wanna go with him?

I guess I did tell you some pretty big lies.

Hey, Mr. Nolan.

Are you sure you wanna go with him?

I'll have to take my chances.

Come on.

Uh, Davey!

Y-y-you forgot your frog.

Uh, you keep him, ma'am.

I don't deserve anything as nice as that.

Davey.

I wanna get one thing settled with you

before we go any farther.

You can have a choice:

Either that hickory switch Mr. Favor promised you...

And I can use it.

Or your word of honor that you're going back home now,

without any more trouble.

My word of honor.

You know what "word of honor" means?

Oh, yes, Mr. Nolan.

My father always says a man's word of honor is sacred.

Just like not lying when you're saying your prayers.

Well, your father sounds like a good man,

even if he is a bounty hunter.

Oh, he's just fillin' in where there ain't enough lawmen.

Sure. Well, I'll bet he's one man

that always keeps his word.

I can keep my word too.

Good enough.

I-I didn't mean to make you mad at me.

It's just, well, I had to see my father.

Sure, Davey.

Mr. Nolan? Yeah?

You know, I like you a whole lot.

Well, we...

We better go check on Jonathan.

Jonathan lives over there.

Is that the barn the Indians burned down?

I hope you don't have to go right back.

I know Ma will want to fix you supper.

Well...

Gee, Ma's gonna be so mad.

I'll help you out, huh?

Ma never locks the door.

Ma!

Ma!

Grandpa!

Ma.

Ma,

I'm sorry I made you worry.

Why should I worry about you?

I never saw you before in my life.

I understand, ma'am.

Sorry to have bothered you.

But, Ma!

Would you please take him away?

Inside.

Ma.

Ma, you scared me.

You scared me too, Davey.

I was tryin' to find Pa.

I didn't find him.

Sam Colby's boy?

Yes.

He's our son.

And him?

Mr. Nolan. Scout for Mr. Favor's trail drive, Ma.

This is my ma and my grandpa, Mr. Nolan.

And I guess these men are the reason

my Ma tried to keep us from comin' in.

You're in now.

Take off your gun belt,

just as you'd take off your hat.

Mrs. Colby, how long they been callin' the moves?

The belt.

He means your gun, Mr. Nolan.

That's better.

You're not the one we're waitin' for, Mr. Nolan.

You're not a bounty hunter.

You're not a dirty Judas bounty hunter.

My dad's not a Judas. He does what he has to do...

You like your Pa, boy?

Why shouldn't he?

I asked a question.

A man gives me a knee like this,

I can't walk straight the rest of my life.

I got a right to ask a question, haven't I?

Look at it.

It won't move.

I got a right to ask about who give it to me, haven't I?

I guess so.

What do you mean, you guess so?

You got a bad leg?

You got a leg that won't work?

You got a leg that sometimes knocks you down?

Sometimes you wanna run, it knocks you down?

You know about that?

Spell Mooney.

What'd Sam Colby do to you?

Now you're asking a question, Mr. Nolan, aren't you?

Well, I mean...

a bad leg ain't the end of the world.

Fix us some supper, Mrs. Colby.

Davey, will you build up the fire up for me?

Why is Mr. Nolan bein' so friendly to 'em?

Shh.

They're payin' us no mind.

He's your friend, isn't he?

Excuse me, ma'am.

Could I get you to leave out the pepper?

I got a touchy stomach.

The food at the penitentiary...

I'll leave out the pepper.

I guess I'm not the first man to tell you

you're a good-looking woman.

A real good-looking woman.

Let me help you with the dishes, Mrs. Colby.

Do you have any guns in the house?

No.

Does your father have any of them fireworks left?

Thanks, I'm...

I'm not used to feeding so many people.

If we shot one through the window,

would they see it in town?

They'd be bound to.

Would they think anything of it?

At this time of year?

Of course they would.

Speak up.

What are you whisperin' about?

I was just tellin' Mrs. Colby how I found her boy.

Didn't think you'd be interested.

Keep 'em company, Mooney.

Davey.

Davey, you've been bothering your Grandpa long enough.

Well, he ain't botherin' me none, Jennie.

A boy his age, needing to bother his grandpa.

There's plenty of things

in here for him to play with.

Maybe you could build something.

Uh...

A fort or something.

Oh. O-o-oh, y-yes, that's a good idea, Jennie.

Come on, boy.

I-I'll show you how to play

Roman soldiers.

Yes, Roman soldiers.

Now, uh, let me see. We'll, um...

Well, we'll lay them right straight out here.

In a line. About five, see?

Like that.

That's the way it starts.

Yes, five will be enough.

Gettin' kinda dark, Mrs. Colby.

Mind if I light the lamp?

Well, I don't have very much lamp oil left,

and I thought we ought to be sparing.

What do you think you're doing, huh?

Well, y-your friend here said it's gettin' dark.

I was just gonna light the lamp.

You think I'm blind as well as lame?

You leave my grandpa alone! Why, you...!

Davey! Davey!

Davey!

Think you can handle the boy by yourself?

Harv.

Please, Mr. Bodie, it was all my fault.

Take him over there, and sit down.

It was foolish of me.

I know how you feel about your bad leg, Mr. Bodie.

How do you know?

It wasn't my husband's fault.

It wasn't?

No, it wasn't.

Who fired a .45 slug into my knee?

My husband is paid to bring men into justice.

He could have fired to kill.

Why didn't he?

I'd have been a lot better off.

Why didn't he?

I don't know, Mr. Bodie.

I don't know.

Of course, you don't know.

I don't blame you.

How could you know?

It was just a little job.

Not even a very big store. Hardware and merchandise.

We were outside of the town, takin' a rest,

sittin' near some strawberry plants.

I was wonderin' how to divvy up what we got.

All of a sudden, the Judas showed up.

He must have been followin' us from a job we done

three weeks before.

He didn't ask me my name,

or the time of day,

or how I was faring.

Before I could get up, he fired a .45 into my knee.

That's what he did.

There's nothin' worse than riddin' a man of his kneecap.

It lames him for life.

He can't ever walk straight again.

You ever spent any time in jail?

No.

I have.

Five years.

I don't mind.

I took a risk, and I lost.

All right, what I did was wrong, and I paid.

But that Judas didn't have to cripple me for life, did he?

He didn't have to put a .45 into my knee, did he?

Now he's comin' home.

Well, we're gonna welcome him home.

You're gonna put a .45 into his knee?

And make him a cripple, like me?

I wouldn't do that to anybody.

You gonna hurt my pa?

I sure am, boy.

A lot worse than he hurt me.

But why, mister, why?

That's why, boy. That's why!

He was doin' his duty when he gave you that, wasn't he?

Sure he was.

But the duty of a bounty hunter has a dirty smell.

Vultures get the same smell from their work.

Look at it from my side.

A couple of .45s when he comes in that door,

and he'll walk like me.

He'll be a cripple.

How'd you like your pa to walk like me, boy, huh?

How'd you like that?

Don't answer him, Davey.

I don't need an answer!

I already got the answer!

I been locked up for five years with the answer.

I laid awake at night, and I thought of what I'd do to him.

And I found out I wasn't as low as a bounty hunter.

I wouldn't do what a bounty hunter did.

I wouldn't cripple him.

I'll kill him quick and clean.

Quick and clean.

Clean, clean, clean, clean.

"The Lord is my shepherd.

"I shall not want.

"He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.

"He leadeth me beside the still waters.

"He restoreth my soul.

"He guideth me in the paths of righteousness,

"for His name's sake.

"Yea, though I walk through the valley

of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil..."

Your pa?

It's Mr. Larch.

He lives down the road a ways.

Well, I'm your uncle, in case he asks.

Mornin', Davey.

Howdy, Mr. Larch.

I didn't know your ma had company.

My uncle.

He's stayin' for a spell.

I didn't know your pa had a brother.

He doesn't.

It's my mother's brother.

Well, I got a message for your ma.

Will you tell her your pa's in town?

As soon as he finishes his business with the sheriff,

he'll be home.

He said to tell you, about an hour.

This is what I came for.

Ma, Mr. Larch...

I know, Davey.

We heard.

Harv, you take the outside.

I'll be at the window.

If he tries to stable his horse, bring him in here.

You're gonna have to watch all four of 'em, Mooney.

Make 'em stay together.

Get on over there with the other two.

And don't try nothin' funny,

because I don't mind pullin' this trigger.

Sit down, Davey.

Can't we try something, Mr. Nolan?

You behave yourself, boy.

Be a good boy, Davey.

Do what what Mr. Nolan says.

There's a man at the top of the hill.

Get back there.

All right, all of you, get over there with Harv.

Get over there. Hurry up.

That's right, ma'am.

You keep him quiet if you know what's good for all of you.

Jennie!

Davey, I'm back.

Answer him, Mrs. Colby.

Jennie, didn't you hear me?

I'm back.

Here he comes.

Sam.

Sam!

Jennie, what's going on in there?

Jennie.

Is it bad? My leg.

If it hadn't been for these, I never would've found him.

Sure you won't stay on a bit,

so we can thank you proper, Mr. Nolan?

I already stayed a little longer than I aimed to, Mr. Colby.

Davey?

Sorry about your leg.

Don't look like you're gonna be able

to do much traveling for a while.

Well, as long as I can do some work around here,

it's all right.

When bounty huntin' gets this close to home,

I'm ready to give it up.

Sam, you promised that was gonna be your last trip,

no matter what.

And so it was, my dear.

So it was. Mm-hm.

In spite of yourself.

Sure thank you for the grub, Mrs. Colby.

I'm not very used to home cookin'.

Well, thank you for everything. You're welcome.

Goodbye, Grandpa. Goodbye, son.

Davey, uh, aren't you gonna see me to my horse?

Whoa, Spot.

Mr. Nolan, would you tell Mr. Favor somethin' for me?

Sure, Davey.

I guess it's all right for him to know, now.

I mean, it's not private any more.

Yeah?

Well, I never meant to be disrespectful to him.

But you heard what Ma said,

about Pa promising it was his last trip.

And he was only supposed to be gone a week,

and it was more than two.

And Ma was gettin' so mad, and she was packin' to leave.

But I figured...

Well, she wouldn't leave

as long as I was missin',

and maybe I could find Pa and bring him home.

And I wouldn't want Mr. Favor to think

I put him to all that trouble for nothing.

I'll sure tell him, Davey.

Don't worry about it.

Head 'em up!

Move 'em out.

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep rollin' Rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Though the streams Are swollen ♪

♪ Keep them dogies rollin' ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Through rain and Wind and weather ♪

♪ Hell-bent for leather ♪

♪ Wishin' my gal Was by my side ♪

♪ All the things I'm missin' ♪

♪ Good vittles Love and kissin' ♪

♪ Are waitin' at the End of my ride ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up ♪

♪ Head 'em up, move 'em on ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up ♪

♪ Rawhide ♪

♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪

♪ Ride 'em in, let 'em out ♪

♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪