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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!

Beeves come in all colors and sizes.

But whether they're Sonora Reds or white faces,

sabinos or rusties,

they've all got one thing in common:

no brains.

During the day, you've gotta lead 'em

to make sure they don't walk

into cactus patches, where they scrape their hides,

or over stony ground, where they cut their hooves,

or off the side of a mountain, where they break their neck.

And at night, somebody's gotta pick a sleepin' place for 'em.

That's usually me. I'm Pete Nolan, trail scout.

What's the matter?

Ain't you got the hang of that yet, Waltzer?

No, I ain't.

But that don't mean I'm gonna quit tryin'.

Why bother?

Takes my mind off things.

Oh, yeah? What things?

Cattle mostly.

I hate 'em.

You sure picked yourself a right job.

Oh, I wasn't a drover all the time.

Oh, if I was to tell you the story of my life...

Well, please, don't.

This day's only got 24 hours in it.

You wouldn't believe it anyway.

Hey Soos.

¿Sí?

Would you do my laundry for me?

I mean, for pay.

I'm sorry, señor,

but I must get back to the remuda.

You see, if it ain't cows, it's horses.

Would you believe me if I was to tell you

that before the war I owned a plantation?

Thirty-thousand acres in cotton, 20-room house,

servants to do my every biddin'.

Yeah, did ya?

No, but it would have been kind of nice, wouldn't it?

Señor Rowdy, Señor Waltzer.

What is it you want?

Kah-Wah.

Blast this needle. Won't hold still.

Want me to hold it for you?

Mr. Favor, when the time has come

when I can't thread a needle without help,

I'll... I'll turn cook's louse.

Somebody call me?

Mushy, get back in there till you're fit to be seen.

Yes, sir, Mr. Wishbone.

Maybe you've had him peeling too many taters.

That didn't come

from peeling potatoes, Mr. Favor.

That come from trying to rope a steer.

His first mistake was falling off the horse.

What was his second?

Turning his back on the steer.

He's just lucky I ain't sewing up him.

Mountain country ahead, Mr. Favor.

Going to be a little rough.

In that case we better graze the beeves another day

before moving on.

All right.

You want something?

I seek your chief.

I'm the trail boss, if I can help you.

You have many horses.

Yeah?

Why?

Many horses were stolen from our tribe.

Why do you come to us?

I will tell you

after you have shown me all your horses.

I can tell you right now.

We captured three of your men by the stream.

I want to see your horses.

Yeah, Rowdy and Hey Soos and Waltzer went down

to the stream, maybe an hour ago.

If any of those men are hurt...

They were not hurt.

Not yet.

Take a look.

You think he's telling the truth, boss?

I don't know.

We could take care of him,

then light out after the others.

No, they could be watching us from any of these hills.

Why don't they come down and ask

like any decent human being?

Playing it safe, I guess. I just hope we are.

Oh, what do they want?

They ain't bother telling us.

Well, if it's our scalps, what have they been waiting for?

If it's our scalps, I don't mind waiting.

They got no right tying up our men.

Hold it, Wish.

They do not have our horses.

You are certain of this?

There is no matter of guns between us.

Glad of that.

Kah-Wah tells me there are no horses of ours

in your remuda.

Good.

Good for you.

It is not good for us.

If that means you'll have trouble hunting for food,

we've got some scrub cattle we can spare.

No, we seek only that which is ours.

You all right?

Yeah, but I don't believe them.

Well, they wouldn't accept any of our cattle.

And they didn't claim any of our horses were theirs.

Just probably wanted a good look at our remuda, that's all.

They could have done that without being seen themselves.

Just the same, I'll bet they come back.

Afraid you're wrong.

All I know is I ain't gonna miss 'em.

I knew a girl once, said she wished she was a man

so she could live the real exciting life we do.

Hope you didn't disappoint her.

I may be dumb, but I'm not that dumb.

I didn't exactly come out and say so,

but I sorta lead her to believe

that trail-herding was just one big high spot after another.

Don't your conscience ever bother you, boy?

Not in this heat.

You know, I got a good idea, Mr. Wishbone.

Why don't we go on ahead of the herd

and let 'em eat our dust for a while?

Yeah, that's a great idea.

Should I ask Mr. Favor?

No.

I wouldn't want to see him get hurt.

How would he get hurt by that?

When he falls off his horse

laughing at such a idiot suggestion.

Well, what's idiot about it?

Say we're out in front,

then they start to stampede.

You figure to outrun 'em in this wagon?

I never thought of that.

Guess I don't know very much.

Well, you're improving.

You know more now than you did two minutes ago.

Hey, Waltzer.

Waltzer.

Time to relieve Hey Soos.

Mr. Favor,

would you believe me if I was to tell you

that before the war I used to own a riverboat?

Did you?

Oh, everybody always asks me that.

Well, if you hurry, you can get my spot by the fire.

It's still warm.

Gracias. The night is cold.

Yeah. It's always cold on a trail, even when it's hot.

You know why?

Sí, señor.

I have been shaving for many years now.

Have a good night.

With horses?

Would you believe me if I was to tell you

I was once a general in the Confederate Army?

Horse, shut up.

Horses.

The remuda!

It told you it was those Indians.

Doesn't make much difference who it was.

We can't chase 'em afoot.

Take a look at him, Wish. He may be hurt.

We'd better bring in the night riders.

Fine.

Now we'll have 3,000 head of cattle,

20 drovers and two horses.

How you feeling?

Oh, ah, not too good, Mr. Favor.

Anything broken?

No.

Just an almighty big lump

as near as I can tell.

You remember anything about what happened?

Oh, I went after a stray horse and I got jumped.

Hey, the remuda!

How's the herd?

Fine, sir.

Where do you think you're going?

After the thieves. Alone?

Sure, if I pick up their trail,

then I can find out which way they headed.

And then what?

There's Quince.

He must have heard those shots.

What's keeping him?

Favor, there are some of my horses scattered

the other side of that ridge.

Go get 'em!

Half our string.

That's all we could find, boss.

They sure took the top ones.

Indians managed to hold on to the others.

Why aren't we going after 'em?

They've had a good six hours to hide out.

And Comanches can hide out pretty good.

Well, horses leave tracks, you know.

We've got a herd to watch after.

Pete, what's the nearest town?

Wayville. It's about a day's ride.

Graze the herd here two, three days maybe.

That'll give you time enough to buy new horses,

if you can find any for sale.

I'll find 'em.

If you need some help to bring 'em in...

Hey Soos, you'll go along.

Sí, Señor Favor.

I'd like to go along too, boss.

Uh, Pete's liable to need some help if he runs across

those Comanches. All right.

I'd appreciate it if you let me go too,

Mr. Favor.

You're not in very good shape.

Well, there's nothin' wrong with me except my head

and that don't count.

You got three days at the outside.

Good luck.

Somebody needs help.

Whoa!

Whoa!

The horse will handle better if you hold onto the reins...

Reverend.

I-I'm sure of that.

I was asleep.

My parish is rather large, you see.

Oh, I'm forgetting to properly thank you, young men.

Well, I'm Pete Nolan.

That's Rowdy Yates.

Bill Waltzer and Hey Soos Patines.

We're trail drovers, we're on the Sedalia trail out here.

Ah.

I have a ridiculous name.

Heh. Lucius Porteous. Ha.

I should be large, red-faced...

I'm afraid I'm wandering and... And I shall be late.

I do enjoy christenings.

Well, you going into Wayville?

Oh, goodness, no.

Uh, the Sulphur Creek Ranch.

It's quite an occasion for Arvid Lacey.

His first-born.

You said a ranch, uh,

would they have horses for sale there?

Oh, indeed they would.

That's where I bought, uh, Lucifer.

Now, I... I really should change his name.

Well... Well, we need to buy some horses fast.

Well, why don't you ride into the ranch with me?

It's much closer

than Wayville.

What do you say, Rowdy?

Well, why not?

All right.

Keep your eye on old Lucifer.

Heh. I'll try to stay awake.

Aw, look at that.

Looks just like me, don't he?

He sure does, Mr. Lacey.

Arvid Lacey, Jr.

Ain't got a tooth in his head yet.

Doesn't know right from left

or the time of day.

Or even that he's my son.

But the time's gonna come when he'll know.

And he's gonna get everything I've got and more.

Williams, that preacher show up yet?

No sign of him. Aw, it ain't right,

my son being more than a month old

and not even christened proper yet.

If we lived near a town, Arvid...

I told you, even before we married,

that when I look out of that window

I don't want to see anything but my own land.

You told me, Arvid.

Let me help you.

I can carry it myself.

Clara.

You better get out of here, Brad.

I've got to talk to you.

I'm his wife.

I'm his brother.

And both of us belong to him,

just like his horses.

Clara, I'd like to tell you something.

You'd like to tell me something.

There's lots of things you'd like to do.

But Arvid does them and you...

You better go out the same door you came in.

Back door.

Preacher's here, Mr. Lacey.

Mm.

Never waited so long for a man in all my life.

Got some fellas with him.

Hey, this is some spread.

Finest around here.

Well, preacher,

you rounding up guests for the christening?

Heh. Well, not really.

Except I ran into 'em on the south road.

You know, that's almost exactly what I did.

Ah.

Oh, uh, they're shopping for horses, Mr. Lacey.

Well, they come to the right place.

But not the right time. I'm afraid you'll have to wait.

Well, we're kind of in a hurry.

How many horses you need?

Forty or 50.

That's a lot of horses.

What do you need 'em for?

Oh, we got a herd on the Sedalia Trail.

Uh, Indians stole about half our remuda.

Ah, that's a bad habit they got.

Well, there ain't a ranch closer within a hundred miles

have that many horses to sell.

Make you a deal.

You stay for the christening, I'll do business right after.

I'm liable to be in a good frame of mind.

Uh, it's my first-born.

What do you say?

We haven't got much choice.

No. Go any place else, it'd just take more time.

Now, there's a man with sense.

Williams, go look after the horses,

give 'em a good feed, will you?

Gentlemen, come on inside.

Well...

Well, now that my son has got himself a name,

I invite you all to eat up and drink up

and just generally enjoy yourselves.

Come on. Help yourselves.

Hey, preacher, you know,

folks a hundred miles around laughed at me

when I up and got married to a girl young enough

to be my daughter. Well, I wouldn't say that.

Oh, it's just your Christian duty

to be charitable.

It's my business to know when I'm being laughed at,

and they sure laughed at me, didn't they?

Not anymore they ain't, though.

I, uh...

I better get the rest of the food.

Hey, where's Brad?

He wasn't feeling good.

Ah. Come on, preach, you got a long drive back to town.

You better fortify yourself. Hey, there's plenty of food.

Help yourselves. Come on.

Well, actually, we came to buy horses, Mr. Lacey.

Ah, you can't buy 'em hungry.

Well, we're kind of in a hurry.

Yeah. Well, there's, uh...

There's a bunch in the corral,

back of the barn there.

You take a look at them. I'll still be here.

All right.

Good.

Williams,

will you just sort of keep an eye on them?

Sure, Mr. Lacey.

The christening was very nice.

I like parties.

So did my wife.

We used to have 200, 300 guests.

But you told me you never got married.

I did?

Couldn't afford to feed them guests anyway.

You know, Pete,

Mr. Lacey seems like a nice fella.

Yeah.

Mrs. Lacey's all right too.

Yeah, but you got to remember she's Mrs. Lacey.

Hey, señores!

I think maybe my eyes are not so good.

Hey, there's one of my top horses.

And the boss' cuttin' horse.

All the missing horses are in there.

Wasn't the Indians.

No, it wasn't the Indians.

Let's go get Lacey.

No, wait a minute.

Lacey knew we were from the drive.

Still he let us look at the horses anyway.

Yeah?

Well, he's got more men than we have.

Well, you got any ideas, then?

We'll just have to go ahead and pay him for 'em.

Pay for our own horses?

And give a horse thief a bonus?

You must be crazy.

Mr. Lacey didn't invite you inside the corral.

Well, Lacey's a horse thief.

That ain't a nice thing to say.

Well, I wouldn't mind repeating it. Rowdy.

Heard a gunshot.

It struck a wrong note.

That's not the proper way to celebrate a christening.

They was trying to bust into the corral, Mr. Lacey.

Oh, no.

Now, you ought to know better than that.

Those are our horses in there, mister.

You sure?

Of course I'm sure.

Then you'll know what they're worth.

I tell you what, since this is a special day,

you can have 'em at half

the going price. These are our horses.

Why should we pay for 'em?

I got expenses, mister.

Now where else could you get

as fine a string of horses as that at half-price?

Then you admit you stole 'em?

Sheriff in town has got pretty big ears,

but they don't stretch this far though.

All right. We'll buy.

Pete, what are you saying?

We got no other choice.

By the time we get the law out here,

there won't be any herd left.

You're a practical man.

The kind I like to do business with.

Take their guns.

All right.

Let's go back to the house and make the sale legal.

"Legal"?

There you are,

Mr. Nolan,

signed, sealed

and totally legal.

Well, you can't say I'm not a fair man.

You still have some money left.

Well, this bill of sale looks all right to me.

I hope you won't mind too much

at Rowdy spouting off like that.

He's kind of hotheaded.

Uh, as long as there's a profit,

I don't mind anything.

Well, he's young, that's what it is.

When you're young, you get steamed up

about things like horse thieves.

Horse traders, I should say.

You'll find out some of the rest of us

get excited about things like horse thieves.

Tell 'em to get away from that door.

I'll pull this trigger.

Get away from that door! All of you!

You all right, Mr. Lacey?

Tell him the only way you're gonna stay all right

is if they turn their guns over to us.

Now, I could tell you to.

Well, you could.

None of you'll get out of here alive.

But you'd never know.

Williams!

Yeah, Mr. Lacey?

You and the others turn

your guns over to the drovers.

But, Mr. Lacey...

You heard me!

Rowdy!? ROWDY: Yeah.

When you got all their guns let me know.

Yeah, I'll do that, Pete.

All right, Pete. Come on out.

No, don't get upset, Clara.

We just had a business disagreement.

Why did they take the guns?

Well, it was a violent disagreement.

Is that our money?

Yeah.

Now you got some money left.

Well, what about a bill of sale, Pete?

It's all signed, sealed and totally legal.

Well, good, now we own those horses twice.

I brought you men here.

Yeah, I think you better come along with us too.

Why?

Why did you take that money and the guns?

Well, it was, uh, business, uh, ma'am.

I don't believe you.

Are you thieves?

Your husband is, ma'am.

Those horses in the corral were stolen

from our remuda last night.

Sure they were.

All right, now you act real surprised, Clara.

I suppose I shouldn't be, but I am.

Why, Arvid?

I'm 50 years old.

I wanted land, a house,

stock.

I wanted you.

I wanted a kid to be called Arvid Lacey, Jr.

And when you're 50 years old you haven't got time

to pick and choose, you grab.

All right, I grabbed.

And now?

I'll keep on grabbing.

Don't move, anybody.

Put your guns down, drovers.

Put 'em down!

Señor Pete.

I am very much afraid to die,

but I could get one or two of them.

You haven't got a chance, Hey Soos.

Brad.

Yeah?

Brad, put your gun away.

You crazy?

You said once you'd do anything I ever asked you to.

Shut up.

Remember?

That was the night you said you loved me.

I told you to shut up!

Come on, let's get out of here.

You too, preacher, you've seen enough.

Lacey's not gonna let you live.

Yes, I suppose I should.

Is there anything I can say to you, Arvid,

that would...?

What, save my soul?

Cause me to repent? I don't know, preacher.

If you can think of something, come back and tell me about it.

Mr. Porteous, I'm going with you.

Ah. Stay where you are, Lacey.

My son and I are going with you.

Clara...

now, you can go where I want,

but you leave my son here.

He's my son!

And mine.

He belongs to me.

Clara,

I'll come after you

in whatever corner of the world you hide.

Waltzer, hitch up the preacher's horse.

You can start for town.

We'll keep 'em penned in here for a while.

Everybody take cover!

We must have missed a gun someplace in the house.

The shot didn't come from the house,

it came from out that way somewhere.

Lacey must have some friends out there.

Mrs. Lacey,

does your husband got any hired hands

that are not inside the house?

No.

You better get inside.

No, I'm not going back.

We don't even know who's shooting.

You can't stay out here, not with that baby.

He's right, Mrs. Lacey.

I would be happy if they did not strike the bell.

I do not like the sound.

Mrs. Lacey, I'm not going to give you a choice.

Now you get inside.

Mr. Porteous. Yes?

You take my son.

No, Mrs. Lacey.

Won't somebody help me?

I can't take him back in there!

Looked like a Comanche.

Probably the same tribe that came to the herd.

It's just a...

flesh wound, that's all.

That all it was?

Well, it's a little more than that, Waltzer,

but it'll be all right.

I thought maybe it was.

Would you believe that if I...

told you that...

right outside of Vicksburg,

the last time I was shot...

nobody expected me to live.

Yeah, yeah. I'd believe you.

Would you?

Yeah.

Waltzer's dead.

There must be a bunch of them Comanches out there.

Once they start to make their move...

We can hold 'em off a little longer.

And after that?

Well, what do you want to do?

We're going to need some help.

We could give the guns back to Lacey and his men.

Give them their guns back? Are you crazy?

They'd just soon shoot us in the back.

Not as long as those Comanches are out there, they wouldn't.

Supposing we fight off the Comanches,

what do you think he's gonna do?

Just pat us on the head and send us on our way?

We'll have to worry about that when we come to it.

Mrs. Lacey,

you and the preacher go first.

Come on.

I'd still rather take my chances

out here with the Comanches.

You're just as dead, one way as the other.

What do you say, Hey Soos?

I don't know what to say.

I say we go inside!

Rowdy, get those guns inside.

We'll cover you.

Well, speak your piece.

You men better take your guns back

before the Comanches decide to rush the house.

Thanks.

So you come back here

because there's no place else to go, huh?

Now, this is my place.

You understand? This is my place.

I'm the boss.

Without your guns, the Comanches would burn

your place right around your ears.

We've got guns now.

Clara, take my son in the bedroom.

Stay there with him.

Sutton, Dinger,

you cover the back of the house.

Williams. Yeah.

You get up on the roof, cover the corral.

Right, Mr. Lacey.

Thurman, you...

Mexican, you get in the office and cover the window.

Yes, sir.

Brad.

Brad.

You joining the men?

Or maybe you'll be more comfortable with Clara.

Preacher, you find a safe place to hide and start praying.

No, I don't think so.

You gonna shoot yourself some Comanches?

I can't understand

why the Comanches are attacking this house.

Well, I'll tell you.

We stole some of their horses

and killed a couple of their braves doing it.

Yes, I thought it might be something like that.

Well, now, preacher, just don't you get proud.

I'll not use this gun against the Indians.

What do you want it for?

For afterwards, Mr. Lacey. For afterwards.

You better give me a couple more, Mrs. Lacey.

That Dinger eats like a starved horse.

He can afford to lose some weight.

There's plenty of food.

Brad, come get something to eat.

My wife spoke to you, Brad.

Remember? The woman you love?

I'm not hungry.

How long can we hold out?

I don't know much about a thing like this.

You'll find out.

How long is it to town?

Six hours.

Which way?

No, no, no.

We don't have any men to spare.

I think I can make it.

Look, the Indians won't wait that long.

It's dark now. I think I'll have a chance.

I said, you're not going.

Who's gonna stop me?

We better get some help.

But you ain't the one to try.

Why not? You'll get lost.

I'll risk it.

I won't.

Thurman, he knows every rabbit trail,

gopher hole, ridge and gully a hundred miles around.

Yeah, well, what else does he know?

Enough to stay away from the sheriff.

I've got friends in town. He'll bring 'em back.

Times like this, a man needs friends.

Yeah, shoot us in the back

after we've driven the Indians off, huh?

Mister, you want to see Clara's scalp

dangling from some Indian's belt?

All right, now, Thurman,

you ought to have no trouble making it.

There are a couple of saddle horses out there.

Pick one and then try the back meadow.

I'll make it easy, Mr. Lacey.

All right.

That fool's still got that accordion

hanging around his neck.

Yeah, he'd feel downright lonely

without that accordion.

And being out there with all them Comanches around,

a man could easily feel lonely.

Uh...

I'm not sure I want that fella to make it.

Señor Wishbone is a very fine cook.

I would like to be eating now even his biscuits.

Well, we ever get back to camp I'll tell him what you said.

Maybe he'll back you up a special batch.

Señor Pete, I was only joking.

You know, once this is over, Brad,

we're gonna have a lot to talk about.

If we're alive when it's over.

We'll be alive. I'm not ready to die yet.

You think dying's gonna wait on your pleasure?

I know it will, Brad.

I know it will.

May I come in, Mrs. Lacey?

Of course.

I just fed him.

Is he asleep?

Not yet.

Tsk. I'm an old man.

I couldn't stay out in that room.

So much hatred in the air.

So much hatred.

Some of it's my fault.

Yes.

It confuses things.

Life should be simpler, but...

Saint Augustine wrote,

"It is not every bad man that will ever be good,

but there will be no good man who was not at one time bad."

I've been bad.

So bad.

But you will be good.

And now we must cry with Isaiah,

"Watchman, what of the night?"

He ain't got anybody with him.

But the Indians aren't stopping him.

Maybe they're gone.

Maybe.

Looks like there's something wrong with him.

Yeah, he don't look like a man

coming back the way he wants to.

I'm going out.

Keep me covered.

Thurman, what happened to you?

Oh...

Comanches want horses.

Horses and Lacey. That's what they want.

Then you didn't get through, huh?

You didn't get word to...?

Comanches want... life.

Lacey's life.

They hurt me, Mr. Lacey.

They hurt me real bad.

Thurman.

Thurman.

Thurman's dead. No help's coming.

Shut up.

He said that all they wanted is Lacey.

They're afraid to attack against all the guns we have.

Thurman said that... He was out of his head.

This is an old Comanche trick to get us

to come out to them one by one.

But we're not gonna fall for the trick.

We can hold out and we're gonna hold out.

It's no trick and you know it.

If they don't get what they want, we're all gonna die.

Why don't you go cry on Clara's shoulder?

Now, anybody else got something to say?

I wouldn't force a man

to go out there to those Comanches.

Yeah, well, I wouldn't stop him either, though.

And what about you?

I don't know, Mr. Lacey.

It adds up easy enough for me.

I didn't think you could add two and two.

All right, now, the both of you,

go take Thurman around the back.

Clara.

You choose.

Choose what?

Brad's right.

If the Comanches don't get what they want,

they'll hit us with everything they got.

All at once.

Choose what?

Which Lacey they get.

They don't want Brad.

They don't care.

One Lacey's as good as another.

It's up to you.

Choose.

It's not up to me.

You can't make it be up to me.

You can't make up your mind, huh?

All right.

I'll make it up for you.

For both of you.

I go.

Arvid, get away from that door.

You gonna shoot me down if I don't?

Dead men don't frighten, Brad.

I'm not gonna let you go.

I'm not gonna let you die a big man.

Those Injuns want the big man. It isn't you.

It wasn't you who stole their horses

and killed the Indians.

All right.

You stole the horses.

I was gonna show Clara that you're not the only Lacey

who can do things.

After I sold those horses up north,

I was gonna take Clara away from you.

I was gonna make you learn how it feels

to be second best.

Now...

Now whatever happens depends on me, doesn't it?

Doesn't it!?

Get away from that door!

I wonder if the Comanches will keep their word.

We didn't hear 'em give it.

Señor Pete, Señor Rowdy, look!

I guess they want more.

No, hold your fire.

Could be a trick.

They don't need tricks anymore.

I'm going out there.

Keep us covered.

Sí.

You got the man that stole your horses and killed your men.

What do you want now?

To take what is ours and depart in peace.

Go ahead and take your horses. We're not gonna stop you.

Arvid,

do you want me?

Do you want me to come in?

I want my son.

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' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin' Rollin' ♪

Hyah!