All language subtitles for Rawhide - 2X24 - Incident Of The Dancing Death.eng

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

♪ 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!

( whip cracks )

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

( whip cracks )

( peaceful theme playing )

( cattle bellowing )

FAVOR:
Only thing certain about
a trail drive

is the uncertainty.

The expected never seems
to happen.

The surprises
always popping up,

most of the time
bringing trouble.

When it hits,
there's no counting

on somebody else
to handle it.

That's my job. Mine alone.

I'm Gil Favor, trail boss.

( exhales )

What's holding up
those steers?

Oh, I don't know.
Pete went back to check.

Talking to himself.

Something about bedding 'em
down so late in the day.

( ominous theme playing )

Señor Favor!

Look!

Stop!

You will let
the wagon alone.

A Gypsy.

Anything wrong?

Trouble is the wrong
and trouble will come.

Trouble always comes
when the horses move

without him.

Without who?

The turn of the circle
brings trouble and sorrow.

More than one circle,
it waits till the morrow.

The wagon's stopped now,
ma'am.

And the time
for tears lies close.

Got any idea
what she's talking about?

Strange people.

Not much sense even trying
to figure 'em out.

And they don't care
for their business

being butted into.

This man, he wants to talk
to you, Señor Favor.

Yeah?

I'm looking for a girl.

A Gitana.

Heh. No girls
with this outfit.

Don't try lying to me,
drover.

I think you'd best
get out of here, boy.

I want the girl.
She belongs to me.

Could be a lot of difference
between what you want

and what you're
gonna get, Gypsy.

And you'd better take
your hand off the knife.

Now, really, I think
you'd best get going.

Well, if he's got a girl,
no wonder she took off.

Heh.
Coffee ready, Wish?

It ain't strong enough yet.

( horse whinnies )

( dramatic theme playing )

HEY SOOS:
Your horse, Señor Favor.

Your best horse!

ROWDY:
He's nowhere in sight.

Well, it doesn't make
any difference.

With that horse of yours,
we wouldn't catch him anyway.

I'm afraid not.

Dirty, rotten,
horse-stealing Gypsies.

Let's find that wagon
of theirs, huh?

And, uh, where would you suggest
we start looking for it?

I am no good as the wrangler,
Señor Favor.

I will go
and drown myself.

Where? In a bucket?
There's no water for miles.

Don't worry
about it, Hey Soos.

You were up
against an expert.

Something wrong here too?

The Gypsies just took
one of his horses.

Gypsies?

Hey, we got enough grief
without a bunch of Gypsies.

And what they'll do,

they'll just keep nibbling
at that picket line

till they steal us blind.
Ah, not if we're ready for 'em.

Rowdy, have two extra men put
on with Hey Soos to help him.

We'll start tracking the horse
first thing in the morning.

Now, what's your trouble, Pete?

Trying to get them beeves
bunched up and bed 'em down.

They're spread out from here

to kingdom come.
I'll give you a hand.

Hey Soos.
Sí.

Any strangers come around
this time,

you start shooting.

I hit them right
between the ears, Señor Favor.

( dramatic theme playing )

Anyway, this is the fanciest
wagon I've ever seen.

Real carnival-style.

And the horses pulling it,
they had no driver.

Well, how do they know
which way to go?

Well, next time they show up
we'll send you out to ask 'em.

Ask who?
The horses.

All right, Wishbone,
you're so smart,

how do you figure?

WISHBONE:
Maybe nobody cares
which way they go.

( tender theme playing )

What are you doing here?

It was the best place
I could find.

And I would have
stayed here too,

but, oh, that stew,
it smelled so good.

I'm starved.

I'll get you some.
You can have all you want.

Now there's somebody
who appreciates good cooking

when they smell it.

She must be the one
that Gypsy was looking for.

Marco? Was he here?

Oh, yes.

I'm afraid
you made liars out of us.

Mm.

Then you told him
I wasn't with you.

Good.

Mm.

They want me to marry him,
but I'm not gonna do it.

( organ playing carnival music
in distance )

Sounds like
carnival music.

It's a calliope.

It's my people.

Tonight was to be my wedding.

But don't sound
like no wedding march.

No.

Kalla must be angry.

Kalla?

She's queen of my people.

Well, you-- You sure
they're your people?

You don't look like any Gypsy
I've ever seen.

Well, of course she ain't.
Anybody can tell that.

They must have stole her
when she was a little girl.

They're always
stealing something.

But they are my people!

And I don't like hearing things
said against them!

Um, what are your people
doing way out here

in the middle
of the prairie anyway?

( sighs )

We put on a show.

We're performers.

We travel
from place to place.

Oh, I should have known
Kalla would have the music.

Kalla? Is that, uh,
by any chance, that old woman?

( sighs )

She's not so old...

as time goes.

You know,

when we take her back,
I'll bet we find your horse.

I'm not going back.

Now, maybe you'd better think
that over again 'cause...

Well, you can't stay here.

Suppose I won't leave?

Well, we can put you up
for the night.

But you'll have to go back
first thing in the morning.

Who's he?

Oh, that's Mr. Favor.

He's the trail boss
of this outfit.

Where's he going?

Huh? Oh, he's just going out
to check the herd over a little.

What's your name?

( sighing ):
Shezoe.

Well, my name's,
uh, Rowdy Yates.

I wanna talk
to Mr. Favor.

( Wishbone laughs )

I guess she told you
where you stand, Mr. Yates.

SHEZOE:
Mr. Favor.

Can I talk to you?

Go ahead.

Well, that thing
your cook said

about children being
stolen by Gypsies.

Does that happen very often?

I really couldn't say
for sure.

I've always had a memory
of someone.

A man.

A man like you.

Tall, fine-looking, gentle.

Really?

You still have to go back
in the morning.

No!

I'm tired of living
like a Gypsy.

I want to stay with you.

At least until we get
to the next big town.

I want to live
like other people.

Come on, young lady.

Oh!

Wishbone!

I'm turning this young lady
over to you.

See that she's bedded down
in the wagon,

but just for tonight.

Uh, sure.

( horse whinnies )

WISHBONE:
Hey, boss!

Horse coming in.

( dramatic theme playing )

It's your horse
and look what he brought.

Yeah...

It's Marco.

PETE:
Been knifed
in the back, boss.

Remember what the old lady said

about trouble
before the day's out?

What old lady?

Oh, the old lady she says
is the queen of the Gypsies.

Ah, them Gypsies,

always claiming
to know what's gonna happen

after it's already happened.

No, I was there, Pete.
I heard her say it.

This was gonna happen.

Would you show us
the way to your camp?

Why?

He's one of their people,
isn't he?

Well, yes, but...

taking him back...

Kalla's his mother.

She should have
her son's body.

( sighs )

All right.

Rowdy.

Another horse.

Right.

They're somewhere
close by.

They're always careful

if they think
there might be trouble.

We didn't exactly bring
a load of joy with us.

Well, what about you?

I'll be all right.

We'd better stay around
until somebody comes back.

They won't come back
until you leave.

Sure you'll be all right?

These are my people.

Even so, they might not be
too happy with you

if they thought you were
to blame for any of this.

No, they'd believe me.

Besides, somebody has
to tell Kalla.

( dramatic theme playing )

All of you,
hold up a minute.

Whoever killed that Gypsy was
in his legal rights.

The man was a horse thief
and he's dead,

and that's enough
about it.

But if anybody
in the outfit did it,

I'd like to know in case I got
to deal with the Gypsies.

In the back,
Mr. Favor?

You think one of us would
knife a man in the back?

Yeah, well, that's what comes
of talking before thinking.

You'll all do me a favor
if you forget I asked.

Heh. Well, I guess we'd all
do ourselves a favor

if we get
that herd moving, huh?

It's a long ways
to that next campsite.

That's right, Pete.
Let's move out!

Mr. Favor?

Now, what about all this?

What about it?

Well, uh,

you know
how Gypsies are.

They'd do most anything
to get even.

What's on your mind, Cullen?

Take my advice and hit them
before they hit us.

Well, they haven't
done us any harm.

They took the horse,
we got it back.

They leave us alone,
we'll leave them alone.

Y-you might be sorry
if you wait, Mr. Favor.

These people bother you, Cullen?

Bother me?

( laughing ):
No.

Heh.

You know how Gypsies are.

I think we ought to keep
our eye on 'em.

We'll do that. We'd better get
an eye on those beeves though.

Let's hit leather.

( peaceful theme playing )

Now, what do you make
of that, Rowdy?

Boy, I don't know, Jim.

Rolling along,
no driver.

Plumb crazy.

Let's go up
and take a look, huh?

Why, this silly thing's
built like a fort.

There ain't no windows
or nothing.

There ain't no nothing.

Well, these horses seem
to know where they're going.

Beats me.

Hey, anybody in there!?

Rowdy, I never saw nothing
like those horses.

They must be something special
not to need reins.

ROWDY ( sighing ):
Yeah, well,

seems like we could ride her
in this outfit all day

and not do much good.

Besides, we're being paid
for herding cattle.

Come on, Jim, let's go.

Well...

( tranquil theme playing )

Well, we haven't done
so bad for one day.

We ought to reach the main pass
by tomorrow noon easy.

Maybe.

You got the real rosy outlook
of an undertaker.

Don't you ever feel good
about anything?

I could answer that,
Rowdy.

But you'd just probably wind up
giving me some more trouble

and I might wind up
throwing you down this hole.

KALLA:
Drovers!

You will listen to me,
drovers.

I am here, drovers.
Here above you.

Yes, look at me,
a Gypsy queen,

grieving for the prince
of her tribe.

One among you took
the life of my son.

The killer must be
surrendered to me.

He must be surrendered to me,

or by the seven shades
of Satan

all of you will suffer
for the crime.

She's crazy.

It's not that simple.

You will have your chance.
Find him.

Have him bound
when we come to you.

( organ playing carnival music
in distance )

She's gone. Oh, just like
a light went out.

I'll remember that voice
till the day I die.

They're coming
after the killer.

You saying
one of us did it, Cullen?

Yeah, Cullen,

you setting yourself up
to pick out the man, huh?

No, I'm just saying
we better find him, that's all.

Oh, shut up, both of ya.

You're letting that old woman
play on your fears

like a bunch of kids.

Maybe so...

but that wagon's still coming,
Mr. Favor.

( music stops )

( folk music playing )

What's this?

( rifle cocks )
Ha!

( all laugh )

Hey, that's all right.

( indistinct chatter )

( music stops )
( applause )

You won't find much
in there.

That why they're doing
all that fancy stuff out there?

So you can sneak in
and rifle our belongings?

Oh, no,
you mustn't believe that.

You got a better story?

Listen to me, please.

I'm looking for a sash.
Marco's sash.

It means
a great deal to us.

It's a symbol
of his chieftainship.

It's been handed down to us.
I-it's very, very old.

It was taken from him
the night he was killed.

Well, that's pretty good
on short notice.

Cooking up a yarn like that.

It's not a yarn.

And if you don't believe me,
search me.

See if I took anything
from that other bag.

Oh, I didn't want
to do it.

Kalla made me.

You go on back and tell Kalla
she's wasting her time.

She won't find that sash,
or whatever it is, around here.

Well, good,
then you do believe me.

I didn't say that.

No...

but you must know

that I would never do anything
to really hurt you.

Are you angry with me?

You, uh, sound like you're used
to having men be angry with you.

( chuckles )

I don't care about other men.

I can stay clear of them
when I need to.

I don't feel that way
about you though.

Take me with you.

Oh, I've got troubles enough.

No.

Please, I must get away
from Kalla.

Please.

MAN:
Shezoe.

Time for you over there,
Shezoe.

Yes, Pana.

What are you supposed
to be doing?

O-oh, I was just watching.

Watching what?

Please, Mr. Favor,
let me tell you later.

You can tell me now.

MAN:
I'm sure
he'd rather tell you

after we're gone, Mr. Favor.

Who are you?

My name is Bahavi.

A Gitano.

Like your drover.

You lie!

What's all this to you?

You're no giorgio.

Look. Pierced! Gypsy!

I had nothing to do
with that killing.

You can ask Stiles
and Red Ballard.

I was with 'em all the time,
riding flank,

tying up at the line,
having chow.

I was with 'em all the time.
Ask 'em.

All right.
Get out, Cullen.

I suppose
it's your turn now.

My turn?

Go through our things
while the rest entertain.

Oh, no, Mr. Favor.

And the girl was telling you
the truth about the sash.

We need the sash.
It's part of our heritage.

Our tribal culture.
Shezoe's no thief.

She's a fine, brave person.

( folk music playing )

( applause )

Whoo!
Ah!

I think there's been
about enough of this.

Wait.

Would you give us
the right to be heard?

You got something to say,
come to the point.

I'll leave that
to Kalla.

( ominous theme playing )

I am here for my payment,
drovers.

I am waiting.

( ominous theme playing )

Here you are, ma'am.
That's all we could raise.

I want something more
than money.

I demand the slayer
of my son.

You will give him up
to me...now.

Let's understand
each other.

I can't be turning any man
over to you for that killing.

You defy me?

You defy the blood of my son
crying out for vengeance.

Take warning, drover,

before it is too late.

You'll get no man
from my camp.

I have the power to enforce
my demand, drover,

with but little patience
for waiting.

Mark this well:

between now
and our next meeting

you will something of value.

By noon tomorrow,

with the finding of cool,

clear water,

one of you will
know pain.

And soon at the north pass,

you will all meet death
and justice face to face.

( dramatic theme playing )

Shezoe.

Achilles.

( organ playing carnival music )

Well, Gypsies or not,
they put on a pretty good show.

What she mean,

we meet up with death
in the north pass?

This Death, he's no good
for nobody to meet up with...

anytime.

( both laugh )

( horse snorts )

Hey, boss, I think

that old lady's bluffing
about the water.

Ain't no water
within three or four days.

Matter of fact, water's
our main worry right now.

And we ain't going
through that north pass

'cause that's
the long way round.

I think we ought
to fire on that wagon

next time it comes back.
So do I.

They want to give us
the evil eye,

let's give 'em something back.

I want no more talk
like that.

These people haven't
done us any harm.

The old lady has an idea
we killed her son.

She can't fight us,
so she's just trying

to get even by pulling
a few tricks.

But that's all they are!
Tricks.

It's too bad if you can't
all see it that way.

But you're just gonna have
to go along with it, that's all.

Cullen.

Yeah?

Draw your pay in the morning,
you're through.

Through?

Why? Uh, I told you I had
nothing to do with that killing.

I don't know anything
about that,

but, uh, once a man has
to start sneaking around,

he can't work
for this outfit.

Uh, please, Mr. Favor,

if you make me leave
the drive now, I'm a dead man.

Why?

Well, like he said, I--
I'm a Gitano,

a Gypsy.

Uh, they put the mark on me.

If they find out,
I'm finished.

Doesn't sound like any
of our business.

Uh, please, Mr. Favor,
listen to my side of it.

Sure, I--
I'm a Gypsy, all right.

But I got tired of Gypsy life.

And, well,
I never had anything

and always on the road
to nowhere.

I broke away from the tribe.

Took up farming.

Well, I was doing
all right too.

Then one day
they came by and...

said they were gonna
take my livestock.

Just like that.

I killed one of 'em.

Louisiana court said
I was in my right.

Set me free.

But not the Gypsies,
they put the mark on me.

These people do it?

No, I-- I don't know nothing
about this tribe, but...

the mark's on me, Mr. Favor.

Oh, they'll find out about it
all right.

They'll kill me
if they get a chance.

Oh, now, you can't be
that superstitious, Cullen.

( sighs )

I can't help it,
we all are.

This Kalla's a queen.

She was born with a veil.
She's got the power.

How 'bout it, Mr. Favor?

All right, Cullen,
you're still riding with us.

( peaceful theme playing )

FAVOR:
What's holding us up?

PETE:
There's our lead steer,
he's dead.

What happened?

I can't figure it.

He ain't bloated,
no wounds on him.

I can't
figure it out.

Three-thousand head
and we have to lose that one.

Breaking in a new one's
sure gonna take some time.

QUINCE:
Well, one thing
we can do, Mr. Favor.

String the herd out and they'll
pick out their own leader.

Of course
it'll take time.

Time we haven't got.

QUINCE:
Mr. Favor?
Yeah.

Remember what the Gypsy woman
said about...

losing something valuable?

Pete, pick out two,
three steers

you think might do,
I'll look at 'em later.

Let's get moving.

( cattle bellowing )

A block-off, Mr. Favor.

Landslide.

FAVOR:
Rick!

Climb on up there.

See if there's any breakthrough
on the ridge.

( dramatic theme playing )

There's a small lake up here,
Mr. Favor.

Any breakthrough up there?

No, sir.

Now, come on down.

( Rick groans )

Ooh!

You all right?

It's his leg.
It's broke.

Hey, get Wishbone
back up here.

( dramatic theme playing )

All right.
Now, handle him easy.

Having that bone set
was no picnic.

Better take your whiskey,
Wishbone.

How long you figure
with dynamite, Pete?

Clear that stuff out?
Three or four days, I guess.

And, uh, how long taking 'em
through the north pass?

About two days.

That settles it, then.

We'll get
the herd turned around.

Don't do it, Mr. Favor.
Never mind, Cullen.

I think he's got a right
to say something about it, boss.

I think we all got a right.

Well, what do you got
to say?

Well...

it's like this:

everything that old woman said
seems to be working out.

Just happened that way.
All of it?

That lead steer dying,
and finding this water,

and Rick getting hurt
right alongside it?

Nothing but luck, Bailey.
Yeah.

Bad luck.

We try going
through that north pass,

who knows what we'll run into?

She said
we'd find death.

Now, you never mind
what she said!

Get 'em turned around.

( peaceful theme playing )

( drovers whooping )

( cattle bellowing )

You better keep
that stew hot, Wishbone.

The Gypsies might be back
for supper.

They show up
around here again,

I'll put 'em to work
cleaning pots and pans.

I wish
they'd show up.

I wish you'd shut up.

Come to think of it,

we ain't seen a sign
of them Gypsies all day.

Maybe the old woman's
give up.

( organ playing carnival music
in distance )

You hear that?
S-she hasn't given up.

Is there one among you who can
say I prophesied falsely?

Did you lose
something of value?

Did you find water
where there was none before?

Did one of you know pain?

Now, listen to me further,
drovers.

You will not tell me.

You will not point to the killer
of my son among you.

So I have gone to the stars.

And the stars have told me.

And now the dancing death
will accuse.

The knife will land at the feet
of the murderer.

And he shall be marked
for death.

( folk music playing )

( tambourine rattling )

The time has come,
Shezoe.

Now, Shezoe.

I know why
the old lady's doing this.

This is 'cause
the girl likes ya.

She's got no call to do a thing
like that to you though.

She didn't throw that knife
at him, she threw it at me.

No, it's nearer him
than it is you.

No, it ain't.
It's right in the middle.

You can't tell which one.

KALLA:
The stars have spoken.

The killer of my son
has been marked.

He shall die
before another sunset.

( door creaking )

( organ playing carnival music )

Should we go after her?

No, leave 'em be.

I...
I didn't kill her son,

but she's gonna kill me.

I got to get away, Mr. Favor.
Pay me off.

I-if I stay, I'm dead.

All right, I'll pay you off
in the morning.

No, pay me off now.
Right now!

All right!

( suspenseful theme playing )

( tranquil theme playing )

PETE:
That's Cullen's horse.

I spot him
when I was drinking coffee.

So I ride out to him
to see who he is.

He look at me sad and lonely.

He asked me to return him
to remuda.

He couldn't
have gotten far, Pete.

Quince, Scarlet.

( dramatic theme playing )

Poor Cullen.

So sure he was gonna get it.

Looks like he was right.
He's the one they were after.

( rustling )

No.

He is not the one.

We wanted him, but we had
nothing to do with his death.

Could ten men have lifted
or even pushed that boulder?

He was a Gypsy.

A renegade to his tribe
but still a Gitano.

And we are here
to bury him like one.

Let 'em have him.

Must have happened
in the dark.

Couldn't see
what was going on.

Yeah, probably a bunch of them
boulders come down all at once.

You jump out of the way
of one of 'em,

you jump in front of another.

Now, no need to be nosy.
Let's get moving.

PETE:
Wait a minute.

If it wasn't Cullen
they're after,

it must have been you.

You're the one
they threw that knife at.

Good. Now you won't have
to guess about it no more.

( tense theme playing )

Mushy.

Good luck so far,
Mr. Favor.

Huh?

Well, it's sundown already

and the old woman
didn't get you yet.

Will you shut
that flat mouth of yours?

No harm done,
Mushy.

Señor Favor.
What's wrong?

I feel kind of sick,
señor.

We are missing two more
of our horses, saddles too.

Where do you think
you might have lost 'em?

From the picket line,
I think.

If you would like to stab me
with my own knife, señor--

Maybe it's not too late
to find 'em.

Rowdy!
Yeah?

FAVOR:
Come on.

What is it?

I don't want to go with you.

But you promised.

I've changed my mind.

( riders approaching )

Get off our horse, huh?

He was taking me away
with him.

He was forcing me to go.

I had every right
to take care of her!

She promised to go with me
until you came along.

So you steal
our horses?

Why not? You would
have stolen my woman.

Did you promise
to go with him?

Once I promised.

Because I was sick
to get away from Marco.

But he's right.

I changed my mind
when I saw you.

I took back my promise!

And now he's trying
to make me go with him.

She belongs to me.

( wagon approaching )

( dramatic theme playing )

You see, you have been delivered
into my hands.

The time has come
to settle this.

You hardly got call
to judge anybody.

Not when you have
your people steal horses.

I had nothing to do
with your horses.

I am concerned only
with the killer of my son.

Then it might be a good idea

if you looked
among your own menfolk too.

Now you try putting me off
with words.

No. No, you saw Shezoe
and you wanted her.

You fought with my son
over her.

You murdered him.

And now you will pay.

I call upon you,
my power and my force,

the spirits of the Zincali,

I say evil to this man.

Evil to him!

On him the dread curse,
the final curse.

May he fall here
before me.

May his teeth bite
the soil of the ground.

May he grovel
and gasp out his life.

May he lie dead at my feet.

And may this happen to him
here and now.

Now!

Now!

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

( sobbing ):
No. No!

No.

No! No. No! No.

( whooshing )
( grunts )

( grunting )

I wouldn't have believed it,
him dying like that

just 'cause of a curse.

Maybe the curse had
some help.

Turn him over.

ROWDY:
A knife.

No one here threw
a knife.

( gun cocks )

Come on out of there!

The next one goes
into the wagon.

He was in there all the time.

KALLA:
You would not wait
for my curse.

Your curse?

You're not certain
who killed our son,

how could I be certain
of your curse?

Marco's sash.

What about the law
in this?

He was executed
according to Gypsy tribal law.

None of our business.

You will not be troubled
by us anymore.

You will
not see us again.

I still want
to go with you.

Shezoe.

Please, take me!

KALLA:
Shezoe!

( somber theme playing )

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!

( whip cracks )

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪