All language subtitles for Rawhide - 2X17

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!

It takes three things
to make a trail drive:

cattle, horses and men.

Now, some say two,
because a man without a horse

is no man at all.

There are mornings
when I think a horse

without a man would be better.

I should know men by now.

But I keep learning.

I'm Gil Favor, trail boss.

Wishbone, you got
any wax for this string?

Yeah, you figuring
to ride into town

to visit my brother
while I look for it?

You can't have a twin brother.

You just pulling a scam.

Why don't you tell
the truth, Wishbone?

You're just looking for
an afternoon in town.

Now don't you irritate
me, Rowdy Yates.

It's hard enough for
me to leave the herd,

what with Mushy all tied
up in bandages and slings.

And me not sure

you'll get your supper.

Pete, do you believe
Wishbone has a brother?

It's kind of stretching
it to think the good Lord

would make another one like
him after making his first mistake.

You got a brother,
why can't he come here

and visit you so we
can all meet him?

My brother wrote me
to meet him in Slide Hill.

Now, I don't question it.

Important man like him can't
always figure time enough

to go visiting.

Well, what's so
important about him?

T.J. Wishbone?

Well, now, that's
an important name.

Politics, business,
law, medicine.

You name it and
he's important in it.

Is he, uh, human?

There's not a living
thing, man or beast,

that he's afraid of.

Why, he can outshoot, outride,

outguess any man I ever seen.

That includes me,
even if I do say so.

But, uh...

can he cook as good as you can?

Well, now, there was a time...

Let those saddles!

Well, he almost made it.

He did have a brother.

Poor Wishbone.

Rowdy, you, uh, get to Wishbone.

Head him off until I
can break him the news.

All right.

Funny thing: I can't even
see where he's been hit.

You better go on,
bury me anyway.

What'd you say?

I said, bury me anyway.

Bury you?

If you don't, they will.

Oh.

Quince, get some shovels.

You all right?

I'm fine.

But them Indians
ain't gonna leave

till they're sure I'm
dead and buried.

All right.

We'll, uh, put him over
under there, under those trees.

T.J.!

Wishbone!

That's my brother, Mr. Favor!

That's my twin brother I
haven't seen in six years!

Who killed him,
Mr. Favor!? Show him.

Listen to me, will
you, Wishbone!?

Who killed my
brother, Mr. Favor?

Show him to me!

I ain't dead, they're
just burying me.

Is that really him speaking,
Mr. Favor? That's right.

Now, turn your back
afore the Indians see you.

Wishbone, duck your
face and come around here

so the Indians can't see you.

Would you say a few words, Wish?

Who, me?

Oh, what can I say?

He's always a good
brother, a good man.

Never did a willful wrong,

lived his life
upright and decent.

I don't know what to say.

Why don't you just say that?

You'd better keep
talking, he's still up there.

I don't what to say.

Tell 'em how good-looking I am.

Well, we was
always good-looking.

Both of us.

Tell 'em about my character.

Like I was saying, Lord,

he was a good man.

Everybody liked him.

And he could ride a horse
like nothing you ever saw.

He was always good to women

and children and widows and...

Especially widows.

And fast on the draw.

Oh, Lord, how he could draw.

But only in the cause
of righteousness.

Are they still there, Mr. Favor?

Yeah.

You better start shoveling.
They'll never leave.

All right. Spade him in.

And, uh, bless
this drive, O Lord.

You don't have to
do it like you mean it!

Are they gone, Mr. Favor?

Oh, all clear.

Well, now that we've
buried you, little brother,

maybe you could tell
us what this is all about.

Well, I... I was
visiting those Indians

and plying my trade. Heh.

Plying your trade?

A lawyer's no tradesman.

Statesmen don't have a trade.

You got a trade?

I'm a tinker.

A tinker?

Sure.

Didn't you hear my horse

a-clanging when I rode in?

I'm a tinker.

Important in politics,
business and law.

Well, if he's a tinker,

you can be sure
he's the best tinker

you'll ever run into.

That seem to be
an unlikely trade

to be plying among the Indians.

Oh, well, a lot of Indians
nowadays have iron pots

and pans.

Sometimes I'll fix a gun,

an old wolfer's trap.

It makes a nice change.

You know, a lot of Indians
nowadays are real friendly

and hospitable.

Yeah, it was mighty
well hospitable

the way they was chasing you.

Well, you see, little brother,

the chief's sister
wanted me to marry her.

And prettier than
Pocahontas too, I'll bet.

Oh, you lose, little brother.

Why, she was
older than that hill

and not a tooth in her head.

Well, I'll still bet, knowing
how modest you are.

I wrapped all
your stuff in burlap

so as not to signal
them Indians.

And... you'll be needing this.

Why, thank you
kindly, little brother.

Seems like we ain't hardly
had time to visit at all,

little brother.

You still ain't told me

what you been
doing all these years.

Oh, this and that,
one thing or another.

You know how it goes.

Hey, T.J., we'd be glad to have
you go along with us for a bit.

Why, that's right
nice of you, Mr. Favor,

but like I was saying
to little brother,

I'm kind of pressed for time.

There's a... There's a
widow lady up near Slide Hill.

She looks for me
about this time of year

to get her pots in
shape for a big party

she always gives
on her birthday.

I can't rightly disappoint her.

Well, a day or two
wouldn't put her off that long.

Oh, she's a colonel's
widow, Mr. Favor.

You can't keep a
colonel's widow waiting.

He's just been waiting
for it to get dark,

in case any of them
Indians are around.

When am I gonna see you again?

Oh, you'll know when I'm
in the neighborhood again.

Too bad he couldn't stay around.

It was nice meeting
him, Wishbone,

but there's something
I don't understand.

If he's as good
as you say he is,

why is he a tinker?

Because he wants to be a tinker.

Uh, I wasn't properly
introduced to him, Wish.

Uh, what'd you say his name was?

People call him "T.J."

T.J.

Well, wha...? What
do you call him?

I call him "little brother."

Same as he calls me.

He eats nothing, Chie, my son.

So much the better.

We bring good news, Chie.

You have not brought
the mender of pots?

He is dead.

You kill him?

Even as he stumbled into
the camp of trail drivers.

You speak like a fool, Hansho.

How do you know he was dead?

Did you go into the
camp of the trail drivers?

If Hansho speaks
like a fool, it is perhaps

because the great
Chie takes him for a fool.

We watched the
camp of the white men

until they dug a grave and
buried the mender of pots.

Kaiwie.

You saw this too?

Yes, I saw, my brother.

Did he speak to these
men before he died?

He could not.

He fell from his
horse as I shot him.

And when these men
turned his body over,

their leader sent at once
for men to dig a grave.

These men, which way
do they go with their cattle?

To the north.

They follow the trail
they call Sedalia.

It would be well to watch,

so long as they
remain in the valley.

Kaiwie.

Yes, my brother.

Kaiwie, watch them.

Should they change their course,

ride to their
leader and tell him

Chie will not allow
him on the west slope

of Mount Hannah.

Tell him it is a sacred time

for the tribes of
the west slope.

We want no small skirmishes.

When the trouble comes,
it must be great trouble.

Go, Kaiwie.

Yes, brother.

Does the morning
sun find you well?

You mock me, Chie.

Mock the great Wankawa?

No.

I am concerned
because you refuse food.

Play no more of these
games with me, Chie.

I grow weary of
your childishness.

You think the mender of
pots will come and rescue you?

He is dead, Wankawa.

Hansho and ten others
saw him placed in his grave.

It does not matter what
words he spoke with you

when he found the
way to your tepee.

For he talked to no
one before he was killed.

It saddens me that
others died because of me.

Why don't you kill
me and finish it?

Kill you?

Kill Wankawa?

You think I wish
to destroy myself?

You will kill me, Chie.

One way or another.

Those who cry for treaty
and peace cannot blame me

if you starve to death.

Come back!

Mr. Wishbone, come back!

Come back!

Whoa.

Looks like you got
company again, Wishbone.

Your brother's back.

Little brother!

Somebody chasing
you again, little brother?

It's that widow woman.

Let me get in the
wagon till she's gone.

Well, she's bound
to know you're here.

Now... Now, you know you
can't hide from a woman.

You might as well
stay and face up to it.

Mr. Wishbone.

Yes, ma'am.

Don't tell me there
are two of you.

Which one of you
calls himself a tinker?

It's me, ma'am.

Do you call that an
honest morning's work?

Don't look like
it's been mended.

And this.

And this.

Well, I'm sure my brother
can explain, ma'am.

I paid him $3 to fix them.

And when I got back, he was gone

and every one of them
leaking just as bad as before.

Oh, I-I'm sorry, ma'am,

but I thought I
mended them real good.

What kind of a tinker
are you, anyway?

I'd be real happy to
return your money, ma'am.

You said $3.

Uh, and one more for
the strain on your horse.

Well, all right.

I want to apologize
for my brother,

ma'am.

I don't know what made
him treat you like that.

But I mean to find out.

Especially, such a fine
figure of a woman as you are.

It's too bad you weren't
the one to take up tinkering.

You lead an interesting
life, little brother.

I'll pay you back the $3 as
soon as I get strength enough

to open my ware bag.

Well, I hope you
find the strength

to explain a few other things.

Seeing as how
you're not a tinker,

just what are
you, little brother?

Now now, little brother.

You never saw such a
tuckered out man as I am.

Well, all right,
get in the wagon

and I'll call you for supper.

Thanks, little brother.

There's a spring on the other
side of the valley, Wishbone.

Mr. Favor says, taste this.

See if you have to
refill your water barrel.

Iron.

Tell him we're not hard-pressed
enough to worry about it.

Do you always have
Indians in your crew?

Indian? He's not an Indian.

He's a drover.

An Indian's an Indian.

Well, way Mr. Favor
sees it, a drover's a drover.

Besides, we not
only got one Indian,

we got two.

Blue Deer and Fleet Foot.
Hard to find two better men.

Get over there.

T.J.

Fixing to ride on,
or you want me tie

your horse to the chuck wagon?

He's staying till he
gets a little sleep

and a few meals under him.

♪ Buffalo gal ♪

♪ Won't you come out tonight? ♪

♪ Come out tonight?
Come out tonight? ♪

♪ Buffalo gal... ♪
Mr. Wishbone,

he snores just like you.

Yes, and if you wake him
up, you'll answer to me.

He mighty well needs his sleep.

And I mean to see he gets it.

♪ Buffalo gal ♪

♪ Won't you come out tonight? ♪

Whoa!

Hey, Wish, when I was riding
in I found a patch of wild onions

just over that rise.

And while you were riding
in, making this great discovery,

it didn't occur to you to stop

and pick up a few?

Well, when I'm cook, I will.

Well, I suppose
the men are entitled

to a little flavoring
in their stew.

Nothing like onions.

Come on, let's get 'em.

Silence!

Oh!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

All right! Stop!

Would you like to
ride, gray beard?

Tell me what you said
to the leader of the herd

and you shall ride.

I said to him?

Perhaps you would
like to be buried again.

Who the Indian
buries, stays buried.

You got the wrong man.

He's back there, dead
and buried like you said.

You're like all white men,

you think it is easy
to fool red man.

Chie will know how
to make you talk.

Hyah!

It's over that way.

I sent Wishbone over there
to pick some wild onions.

Oh, my...

Hyah!

Oh, my...

Are you all right,
little brother?

I'm all right.

How's Mushy?

You all right?

Who killed the Indian?

Mushy did.

And I do appreciate it.

Thanks.

But why didn't you let

my little brother come after me?

Well, but, Mr. Wishbone,

you told me not to
wake him up for anything.

Oh...

Were there other Indians
around, little brother?

Only talked about taking
me to somebody named Chie,

but the way he said it,

I don't figure he meant
anybody close by.

At least not right handy.

You know, little brother,
he thought I was you.

What do you know
about these Indians, Pete?

Nothing special.

But I know there are a
lot healthier things to do

than kill Indians when
you're in Indian territory.

Pass the word, I want
everyone alerted for trouble.

Double the guard on night watch.

Add a couple extra
men on drag now.

Right.

Rowdy, you see
that he gets buried,

then run some
cattle through here.

They'll wipe out the
marks of the grave.

Right.

Come on.

Tell me, little brother, what
kind of trouble are you in?

You know as much about
it as I do, little brother.

You still want me to believe
they sent near a dozen Indians

after you all on account
of that chief's sister?

You know how Indians are.

They've got different ideas
than we have about some things.

Now that Indian
thought I was you.

He didn't say anything
about any chief's sister.

All he wanted to know
was what I, meaning you,

told Mr. Favor.

Now, what did he think
that I, meaning you,

could have told Mr. Favor?

Believe me, little brother,
if I had anything to tell ya,

I'd tell you.

Do this.

Well, here it is, Wish. Just
where Mushy said it was.

Well, you're a pretty
good barber, T.J.

Yeah, according to Wishbone,

there's nothing
you're not good at.

Now, there's not one
thing that I told you

about my little brother
that isn't true, Rowdy Yates.

Hey, Pete.

What you make
of that? War party?

I don't know.

Well, if it was a war
party, it ain't anymore.

It might be comforting
to have the Army around

for a few days, Mr. Favor.

I'd be glad to go up and
talk to 'em, if you like.

I was in the Army myself once.

Might even be some
old friends of mine

in that detail.

Obliged to you, T.J.

Prepare to dismount!

See there?

I told you he knew
important people.

Like I said, his friends.

Dismount!

Yeah, friends.

Hold your horses! Corporal!

Yes, sir.

I'm Sergeant Gregory,
D Company, 4th Cavalry.

Gil Favor.

Well, looks like
the cavalry come

just in the nick of time again.

I think that was
just a hunting party,

this hour of day.

But if you do have any trouble,

you'll have that idiot
tinker to thank for it.

Well, now, excuse me, sergeant,

but that's not a way to
talk about an ex-Army man

who... You must be his brother.

I am.

And you can be sure
when he was in the Army

he distinguished himself

in a position of importance.

Don't, little brother.

Oh, he distinguished
himself all right.

By being drummed
out of the Army.

Mister, wherever
he is, there's trouble.

He goes around
fooling with the Indians

and the first thing you know
we got a war on our hands.

I ain't surprised to see him
around at a time like this.

We've been pushing the herd

and ain't had time
for the local gossip.

What do you mean,
"a time like this"?

You don't know about Wankawa?

This is our first time through
this territory, sergeant.

The Indians look up to him
the way we look up to a saint.

He brought the
northern/southern tribes together

for the first time in ten years.

This Wankawa was
supposed to sign a peace treaty

for them with the Army.

But he disappeared.

Change his mind?

Headquarters don't think so.

Got a bunch of
hotheads against him.

Young bucks with
nothing in their heads

but earning a coup.

Showing off.

Now, we think they
have Wankawa hid out

so that he can't sign
that peace treaty.

Well, instead of being
mad at my poor brother,

who never meant any
harm, why don't you go out

and rescue this Wankawa?

Even if we knew where he
was, we wouldn't be able to go in.

That's just what
they're waiting for.

When Chie spots us
coming he'll kill Wankawa.

Put up a token fight and
tell the tribes we killed him.

It'll be another ten years
before anyone can get them

to talk peace again.

All right, corporal,
mount up the men.

Yes, sir.

Prepare to mount!

Mount!

You better pray that
we get that treaty signed.

Or there won't be
any trail that's safe.

Not Sedalia, not Chisolm,

not Goodnight, not any of it.

Good luck to you.

D out!

Cheer up, Wish.

It ain't your fault your
brother's the way he is.

Look, Wishbone, we...

We don't hold it against you

if your brother isn't
all he said he was.

You got to admit,

he had a right
to be sore at him.

My brother's too honorable
to contradict the Army.

You don't have to keep
defending him, Wish.

We like you the way you are,
not the way your brother ain't.

As a matter of fact, heh,

we like you in
spite of what he is.

Oh, I know you mean well,
but you all got six left hands

when it comes to saying
something nice to a person.

Besides, you're all
wrong about my brother.

You ain't seen him
break a horse yet.

Or play a hand of poker.

Beat that.

How 'bout a hand, boss?

You know I don't like to
play with any of you, Pete.

If I win from you,

just as if you were
working for me for nothing.

Might look better to the Indians

if you sat in, Mr. Favor.

If there are any out there.

Well, if you don't mind
working for nothing.

What about you, T.J.?

When you gonna sit in?

Me? I'm gonna wait
and play the winner.

Well, you got to wait no more.

They picked me clean.

You can deal.

Little brother, could
you lend me $20?

Well... sure.

Bet 10.

Little brother, uh,
lend me another 20.

Well...

Go on, Wishbone.

You claim he's a better
poker player than you anyway.

Yeah, what do you got to lose?

You wanna lend
it to him, you do it.

I'm sorry, little brother,

I'm just not fixed to hold
out against the whole mint.

You wanted 20?

Thank you, Mr. Favor.

And I'm just gonna
have to raise you.

Just call with, uh, three hooks.

Beats me.

That's enough for me.

Well, next time you
wanna borrow money,

you borrow it from me.

Mr. Favor,

here's a deed to a
small ranch in Missouri.

Oh, forget it, T.J.

I'd take it kindly if you'd
hold this deed for security

till I can repay you the loan.

I said to forget it.

Will this cover it, Mr. Favor?

Yeah.

Yeah, that'd cover it just fine.

Thank you, sir.

I'm sorry, Mr. Favor.

Oh, don't apologize
for your brother, Wish.

He'd make a better poker player
than you and me put together.

Pete.

There's enough moon out,

turn the herd west.

Sedalia's north, boss.

Yeah, I know. We'll go west.

Fifty miles, uh, out
of our way, in the dark,

over country I haven't
even scouted yet?

Heh. There's no reason for it.

Oh, you, all of a sudden,

making up the
reasons for things?

Well, why not just have us
go all the way to California

while we're at it?

When I decide
that's best, we will.

You're the leader.

My chief sends you a message:

the trail to Missouri
is to the east.

You must take
your herd that way.

The grazing's better here.

The west slope of
Mount Hannah is sacred.

It is forbidden.

You are to take
your cows to the east.

Anything else?

You are to give us
the mender of pots.

You tell your chief
I won't be able

to do either of the things

he asks.

Chie expected such a refusal.

He gives you one hour
to change your mind.

Boss.

Hour's a long time.

Tell your chief I wouldn't
want to be wasting it

changing my mind.

I will tell him.

He is a man who
can enjoy a joke.

You'll have to do what
he asks, Mr. Favor.

Give you over to the Indians?

You agreed to help me.

I didn't agree to
let you kill yourself.

Well, what kind of
trouble is my brother fixing

to cook up for us now?

Go away, little brother.
Go fix breakfast.

Can't you see Mr. Favor
and I are having a private talk?

Well, there's nothing private
about getting yourself killed.

Now, what's going on, Mr. Favor?

Why are you and T.J. having
a private and serious talk?

Well, you know darn well,

in spite of all I
bragged about him,

uh, T.J. ain't...

Well, just can't
always be counted on.

Do what your brother
says, Wishbone.

Now, I can't order you to
do what's gotta be done.

You can't keep me
from doing my chores.

What's to be gained

by your getting
tortured and killed?

Like I said, Mr. Favor,
it's up to you

whether you help
me, my way or not.

But you'll have to shoot
me to keep me from going.

Wishbone! Where you going!?

Little brother!

Well, he settled our
argument, Mr. Favor.

And we won't get him back
unless you do what you promised

when I was going, instead of...

Instead of that
jasper brother of mine.

Pete. Rowdy.

You start turning the herd east.

Well, what are you gonna
do, let 'em keep Wishbone?

No, I'll need ten volunteers
to come with me after Wish.

What, to help Wishbone?
The only trouble you'll have

is getting volunteers
to stay with the herd.

I don't suppose you'd take me
with you, would you, Mr. Favor?

Uh, Mr. Wishbone, he's
kind of special to me.

All right, grab your horse.

Pete, you and Rowdy
will be short-handed,

but I don't expect the
Indians to bother you here.

Let's go!

Answer me, old fool!

He cannot hear you.

You still refuse to
tell us what you know?

I'll make a deal with you.

You tell me what I'm
supposed to know,

and I'll tell it back to ya.

He is no use to us.

Kill him.

Cut him down.

My brother Chie grows soft.

The time has come
for us to kill Wankawa.

The bearded one will be
found dead beside him,

and the tribes will know
that the white man killed

their beloved chief.

The great Chie has wisdom.

Hansho, get the mender of pots.

If it's a trap, let him
be the one caught in it.

Up, old man!

The bearded one cannot walk
any straighter than he can talk.

Your friend Wankawa,
he's in that tepee.

Go and meet him.

Mr. Favor.

Oh, hello, Wish.

I'm sure glad to see you,
but I wish you weren't here.

Whew. That place sure
could stand an airing out.

But, Mr. Favor, I
didn't come alone.

Huh? I didn't...

Oh.

Where is Wankawa?

Wankawa.

Some of my men are seeing

that he safely
gets to Fort Liberty.

He's got to sign a
peace treaty there.

Hansho.

There's no one here.

Why did you remain behind?

Are you such a fool?

No, not quite such a fool.

No, I come to get my cook,

but of course I
didn't come alone.

Thomas Jefferson!

Throw down your weapons!

Halt!

Dress up!

Far corner to the rear!

Dismount!

Skirmishers. Dress up!

Throw down your weapons.

Hyah!

Did you see that, Mr. Favor?

He's even better
than I said he was,

and not one of that
mangy crew here to see

that everything I said
about him was true.

Are you all right, sir?

Tie him up.

I promised I'd deliver
him to General Wingate.

Mount up the men, sergeant.

Yes, sir!

Where'd you get that uniform?

At the fort, when I
picked up the detail.

Little brother,
don't you realize

what the punishment is
for impersonating an officer?

Congratulations, captain.

It all worked out,
just like you figured it.

Captain?

You mean... You mean,
them bars are real?

Of course.

Captain Thomas
Jefferson Wishbone.

Company D, 4th Cavalry.

That's right, little brother.

Mr. Favor, I'd be obliged to you

if you wouldn't
mention to the men

that you heard me
say what the meaning

of T.J.'s initials is.

Oh, you're afraid
if they find out

what, uh, T.J. stands
for, they might figure out

that your initials,
G.W., stand for, uh,

George Washington?

Now, you don't
know that for certain.

You're just guessing.

Now why couldn't you have
acted like that back at the herd

instead of making me
out a bragging fool?

It was those Indian drovers
you carry along with you.

They could have been Chie's men,

whether you
believed in 'em or not.

Well, maybe that gives you
reason to act like an idiot,

but it don't give the
Army no call to come in

and humiliate you
the way they did.

It was the only way they
could get my orders to me.

Well, it looks like you got
an answer for everything.

Well, any man's that's gotta
pull himself up in the world

by the seat of his
pants the way you did,

if you got yourself
a little spread,

I don't see why
you have to lose it

just because you can't play
poker the way you think you can.

So,

Mr. Favor, if you'd
give him back his deed,

well, you can take
what he owes you

out of my wages.

It wasn't a deed, Wish.

It was the captain's
military orders.

That's how I knew
what needed to be done.

Oh.

Well, you coming
back to the herd

so I can show the men I
wasn't lying about you?

I'd sure like
to, little brother,

but I'm on duty.

Thanks again, Mr. Favor.

Lead out.

Lead out!

Little brother.

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 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!

Hyah!

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪