Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Hyahl
Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Keep movin', movin', movin'
Though they're disapprovin'
Keep them dogies movin'
Rawhide
Don't try to understand 'em
Just rope and throw and brand 'em
Soon we'll be living 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'
Hyahl
Rowdy!
Quince!
What are you, deaf or what?
Huh? Oh. Howdy, boss.
I hate to bother you gentlemen, about anything so common as work,
but I would kind of like to be in Cold River before the year is out.
Now where'd he go?
He's behind that big rock now.
Those belong to us?
Nope.
They brush cattle?
Nope.
Well, who's pushing 'em?
Doggonedest drover you ever saw.
You think we've run across some trouble, wait'll you get a load of this.
Here he comes again.
All right, this way.
You! Move out!
Come on, move out!
Dumbbells! Come on, you dumbbells.
You, come this...
Wait! Wait a minute! Come on!
Wait. Wait a minute. Wait!
Come on, please.
- That's a drover? - Hurry up back there!
Must be, he's pushing cattle.
Yeah, but which way?
That's a good question.
I've been watching off and on for an hour.
He hadn't made a good inch in any direction yet.
You come back and wait a minute.
What's the matter with you? Come on.
Brownie!
Wait. Wait a minute.
Wait. Wait a minute. Wait.
Come on, please.
You, come on.
Get. No, no, no.
Here. You, this way. The rest of you, come...
Turn around!
Turn around, please.
Wait! Wait a minute, please. Didn't I ask you to wait?
Wait for us! And you, come on.
Hurry up! Come on, please!
Wait. Wait for the others.
You! You, come on!
Not you! The other one!
Over here!
With your friends!
Wait!
Come back!
Please, come back here.
You...
cows.
Well, uh, howdy, strangers.
Uh, morning.
I, uh...
I imagine this is what you came for.
Listen, everybody has to make a living.
Take the wallet, and welcome.
Don't tempt us, mister.
Our trail boss, here, is a little short of cash right now.
You're not outlaws?
Just drovers.
We're pushing a herd about a mile back.
Drovers.
Well, for heaven's sake.
Sorkin is my name.
Mendel J. Sorkin.
Howdy. My name's Favor.
This is Rowdy Yates, Pete Nolan, Jim Quince.
Drovers.
Looks like you had a little trouble here.
You know what a schlimazel is?
No, I can't say that I do.
Looking at one.
If a schlimazel kills a chicken, it walks.
If he winds a clock, it stops.
Yeah, well, come to think of it,
I have run into a few schlimazels in my life.
Drovers.
And, of course, you are on your way to Abilene.
And here I have some cows to sell, and you need cows.
Oh, no, not those cows.
Too scrawny?
Well, I'm not surprised.
I tried to sell them before.
I don't believe I made too good a deal here.
You see, the fact is, gentlemen, I... I'm not strictly a cattleman.
Oh. Really?
Yes, I'm a merchant, or I was.
At the moment, I'm on my way back to the Old Country.
I only have a few special products left.
Like these magnificent figurines...
each one an absolute work of art.
When you see it, your eyes will pop out.
Two for 99 cents. Would make a wonderful gift.
Mister, we couldn't buy 'em if they were free.
Naturally. No money.
I always meet customers with no money.
So don't feel bad.
Say. We're not using our brains.
We're not?
Five dogs can pull a sled faster than four, Mr. Favor.
No offense.
I mean, surely you can find work for another hand.
Let's combine the herds.
Uh, the herds, you said?
Yes. Your herd and my herd.
I see no reason why they shouldn't get along,
nice friendly little animals.
All right, so it's true, none of us has any money,
but steers are worth something, even these steers,
and this is a very bad country for robbers.
Separately we're at their mercy, but together...
What do you say?
Well, uh...
Mr. Favor, you are a prince among men.
Let me give you a hand with that wheel... Mr. Snorkin?
No, no. Sorkin, Sorkin.
Ah, thank you, Mr. Quince. Thank you.
Boss, I knew we were shorthanded,
but I didn't know you were that desperate.
Why, I'm afraid we couldn't leave him out here alone.
- Oh, Mr. Sorkin? - Hmm?
Mr. Favor, he wants to know if you want to come on into Cold River with us.
Oh. Is everybody ready but me?
Oh, uh... would you mind?
That's fine.
Let me see now.
I don't believe I caught your name, my friend.
Oh, it's Mushy.
Moishe?
Are you Jewish?
Well, I don't think...
Be proud of your heritage, Moishe.
You come from a proud people.
Yes, sir.
Are you going into town along with the others, Moishe?
Oh, yes, sir.
Mr. Wishbone said he'll pay me when Mr. Favor pays him.
Mm-hmm. I heard the boys talking.
The cattle buyers from Abilene are going to meet Mr. Favor with an advance.
- That's it. - Mm-hmm.
They'll be at the Crystal Palace.
Yet I sensed that most of the men were not as optimistic
about getting the money as Mr. Favor is.
Oh, he'll get the money.
Mr. Favor's gonna take an advance on the herd.
And when he gets the money, he's gonna give it to us.
Mr. Wishbone says he will.
Absolutely.
Always look on the bright side.
Naturally, you're gonna send your share home.
Well...
Well, at least you don't intend to waste it
on dancing and girls and foolishness?
Well, to tell you the truth,
I did have a little foolishness on my mind.
I see.
Your mother has never done anything for you all her life.
Why should you do anything for her?
Why should you save a little of your wages
for your selfish mother?
Now hold on, Mr. Sorkin...
I am merely trying to find out why you don't love her.
I do love her.
Moishe, when did you last write home?
Send her a little thought?
A slight gift?
That'd make a nice gift for my ma.
Schlimazel.
I finally make a sale.
Turns out to be on credit.
Send it to your ma.
Thank you, Mr. Sorkin.
Mushy.
Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
You better get ready.
What's the matter with him?
Conscience, Mr. Favor.
Conscience... God's lash.
He's thinking about his mother.
That's funny.
What is?
Suddenly the whole camp's got an attack of conscience.
Is that so?
You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?
Well, I can't help being a salesman, Mr. Favor.
Maybe I did mention my own mother to a few of the men once in a while.
It's been thirty years since I've seen her.
It's not so strange that she's on my mind now that I'm going home again.
Where would that be?
Holland, I guess.
I used to think it was America, but I don't know.
I'm a stranger here.
Do you know what I mean?
A... An outsider.
My ways are different, my prayers are different.
What I'm trying to say is I've got nobody to belong to,
nobody who belongs to me, no roots.
So I'm going back to Holland.
I even wrote my mother and asked her to make a good match for me.
Meet my fiancée.
Nice-looking girl.
Girl? She's a widow with six children.
But she has a good farm, and she looks jolly.
What more can a man want?
Nothing more, Mr. Sorkin.
Mr. Favor, I've always held the belief that everything works out for the best.
That's why I never worry.
Don't you worry, either, Mr. Favor. Hmm?
There's the shop I want, Mr. Favor.
Friend of yours?
That's a very strange word to use for this man.
He's a friend to nobody.
He's owed me 50 dollars for over ten years.
I always manage to just miss him.
Hope you have better luck this time.
I hope we both do, Mr. Favor.
Hello?
Hello!
Take what you want. Leave the money on the counter.
What are you...
All right, now listen.
Just sit still and don't panic.
And, uh, I... I will help you.
Just a... Be patient.
And don't worry because I'm going to come and...
Don't lose your courage.
I have the situation very well in hand.
Oh.
How did you get down?
The same way I got up.
I, uh, would like to see Mr. Wales,
if he's anywhere around.
He's in the back.
Would you tell him, please,
that Mendel Sorkin would like to talk with him?
Mm-hmm.
Well?
There's a man named Sorkin to see you.
Sorkin.
Tell him I've left.
I told him you were in the back.
Oh, you did?
Well, I'll teach you...
Hello, George.
May I come in?
What's my choice?
No choice. Your clerk told me...
A clerk would have known better. This is my stepdaughter.
She's got a lot to learn.
What do you want, Mendel?
The same thing I've wanted for years... my 50 dollars.
I haven't got it.
I had it when you needed it.
Things have been bad lately.
All right, pay what you can.
I told you, I haven't got a dime.
George, when a man has a safe, he doesn't usually keep potatoes in it.
Get out, Mendel.
Tsk-tsk.
Goodbye. I'm sorry to have troubled you.
Betty.
Come here.
Stop that! Stop that! What are you doing?
No. No. Run! Police!
Run!
No!
Run!
What happened!
Mr. Wales was hitting me.
This man stopped him.
- You hurt? - No.
Listen... Here, you shouldn't be helping me.
Uh, you're the one.
Thank you for coming back.
Listen, anybody would have done the same thing.
For me?
Of course for you. Why not for you?
Better have Doc Bailey take a look at this.
Go on.
Strange girl.
Yeah, they're all strange.
All who?
She's an Indian.
Her mother left the tribe when the girl was about 4 years old.
Married Wales a couple of years later.
The mother's dead now.
Wales treats the girl like an animal.
Why does she stay?
Where could she go?
Back to her people.
She couldn't live in the hills now.
She's not white, she's not Indian.
Ohh... Ohh...
Get up.
Come on.
He's a thief. He tried to rob me.
All right, George, calm down.
You're going over to the jail. You can tell me all about it.
That's my last offer, Mr. Favor.
A thousand dollars for the whole herd.
Take it or leave it.
That ain't no offer, that's a joke.
Howdy.
What happened to you?
Well, let's just say I hope Mr. Favor did better.
Not yet he hasn't.
This cattle bar doesn't want to give us any advance.
He wants to buy the whole herd for a thousand dollars.
A thousand dollars?
Listen, Mr. Favor, does not need the money
that badly to even consider such a crazy offer.
Yes, he does.
He's used all his money buying herd replacements.
But he's promised a crew half their wages here.
If he don't come up with it, he isn't gonna have crew enough left
to drive a herd of field mice from here to the door.
Well, all right.
$850 for half the herd.
Just sign here.
Well, if it ain't my old friend Gil Favor!
Howdy, son.
I just come down from Abilene.
Excuse me, stranger. I'm buying cattle.
Of course I know you'd never sell outright, but how about an advance?
Say, uh, $1,500?
I hope nobody's come up with a higher offer.
Well, that beats me.
Mr. Hood! Y...
What that man doesn't know about bargaining could fill a book.
Mr. Sorkin.
Ah, never mind.
Wait a minute.
What about my offer?
Listen, Mr. Favor, just between the two of us,
I'm not as poor as I said I was.
That wallet I showed you, it was a blind.
I do have a little money saved up.
I'm not a rich man, but I have $1,500.
And I want to lend it to you.
Call it a dollar a head to make it businesslike.
When we get to Abilene, you can give me a dollar back
on the first 1,500 steers we sell.
You willing to risk everything you have? I don't get it.
You helped me out on the prairie.
To be frank, I didn't get that, either.
But you stand a chance of losing every dime you've got.
I thought you wanted to get to Holland so bad.
I do, and I will go back.
Say, what is this?
Do I have more faith in the product than the owners have?
Mr. Sorkin, you wouldn't be able to advance me $20 on the deal, would you?
I certainly would.
Everybody drink up on me
and Santy Claus.
Well, boys, you made a smart deal.
Mazl-tov!
Mazl-tov?
Mazl-tov. Congratulations.
Mazl-tov!
Mazl-tov.
There you go, Hey Soos.
Mil gracias, Señor Favor.
Does that leave you enough left over for emergencies and supplies and stuff?
More than enough.
What happened to Mr. Sorkin?
Oh, he's over there. He cooked his own meal.
Kinda has Wishbone's nose out of joint.
Mr. Sorkin, that sure smells good.
Here!
Wishbone, why don't you ever cook with chicken fat and onions?
Because all that foreign food isn't good for you.
Chicken fat.
Excuse me, Miss, are you looking for somebody here?
No. I've found him.
Betty.
Mr. Sorkin, is this a friend of yours or something?
Well, in a way.
Did... Did George frighten you again?
No. He's still in jail.
You shouldn't be out here all alone.
Maybe one of the boys will take you back.
- I can't go back. - Why not?
He'll kill me.
Oh, George wouldn't...
Mr. Favor.
Look, ma'am, this is a trail camp, not a social gathering.
I'm afraid you'll have to go back to town.
Rowdy.
All right. Come on. I'll walk you.
Now wait a minute. Just a minute.
Now all right.
You can come with us as far as Goshen.
But that is the end. Do you understand?
Wait a minute. Goshen?
That far, Mr. Favor, and no farther!
She'll ride in my wagon.
Look, you've got a pretty good stake in this herd yourself now, Mr. Sorkin.
We can't afford to waste the time taking the herd west.
Mr. Favor, I almost hate to bring it up,
but until we get to Abilene, you might say I own half your steers.
Not half.
1,500 out of close to 31.
Forgive me, Mr. Favor,
but close to 31 is not exactly 31.
All right. We'll have a trail count tomorrow.
Then there won't be any guess-work, will there, Mr. Sorkin?
Yes, sir.
In the meantime, I'll decide where the herd goes.
Yes, sir. Now, as to the girl,
really, Mr. Favor, it could be a matter of serious importance.
There is someone who might kill her.
If she can just ride part of the way with us.
All right, Rowdy, get a tent out of the supply wagon.
Set it up at the edge of camp for the girl.
Thank you.
3,023, right?
Check.
How many?
3,023, Mr. Favor.
Good.
Whoa. Whoa.
You're doing it again.
I have asked you a thousand times don't watch me.
Look at the trail.
Look at the pretty cows. Look at the scenery.
I'm sorry.
For heaven's sake. Hmm.
Good morning.
Ah, Mr. Favor. Good morning.
Trail count's in.
Oh, good, good.
3,023.
I'm afraid 1,500 doesn't make a majority, Mr. Sorkin.
Oh, Mr. Favor.
Yeah?
Well, you see...
12 of those animals were mine in the first place,
which gives me control of 1,512.
Which, I think leaves,
you and the boys 1,511.
1,511?
You see, 1,512 from 3,023 makes...
What did you do, count those steers before you made the deal?
Well, you wanted the money, and I... I wanted to go to Goshen.
Hi.
Well? What do you want?
Oh. Uh, oh. Pete, uh, Pete won't be back till tomorrow.
He's gonna scout north about 20, 30 miles.
Oh, fine, just fine.
We... We're not going north.
We ain't?
You heard the man. Turn the herd.
Turn the herd. Turn the herd where?
West, to Goshen, of course.
Goshen?
Giddyup.
Giddyup. Ahh.
Well?
How's that?
There.
Now, that's real classy, Mr. Sorkin.
Yeah, a real cow-lookin' old boy.
Well, after all, a cattle owner shouldn't look like a merchant.
That's right.
Here. Let's try this for size.
Just like Buffalo Bill.
Wait till you see my horse.
After all, a drover is not a drover without a horse.
- Hey Soos promised me one. - Sí, señor, sí.
Come on, let's eat. Mushy, serve it up.
They'll get him good when they see him.
Hey, what's this?
- Helzel. - What?
Helzel. Stuffed chicken neck.
Stuffed chicken neck? Well, where's the rest of it?
I got knishes, too.
K... what?
Move out.
- There you are, ma'am. - Oh, thank you.
He asked me to show him so Jewish cooking so...
Mmm.
- Like it? - Mm-hm.
Uh, Mr. Favor, I...
I can't tell you how pleasant it is
to find an excuse to get off that horse.
So you finally made it, huh?
Yes, finally.
Congratulations.
Mr. Favor, I don't want there to be tension between us.
I know you didn't want to come this way, but believe me, it was important.
Important?
Mr. Sorkin, do you know what six days can mean to a trail herd?
It means weather your scout didn't count on.
It means a river at flood instead of dry
or a baked-out water hole where you counted on getting a drink.
It can mean a glutted market or a good one.
And even if it is a good one,
your beef is carrying 60 miles less weight.
I know.
But it was not only important for me,
but for my friend Friedman.
He's the best friend I've got.
The only friend I've got.
I'll catch up with you before dark.
Well, where you been?
Ah. I had to backtrack all the way to Cold River
to find where you took off from.
Boss, that's the best idea you've ever had.
How'd you know to do it?
Do what?
Turn the herd like that.
What are you talking about, Pete?
The war.
What war?
There's a bunch of farmers fenced off the range up ahead.
Been a lot of killing going on up there.
We'd have been right in the middle of it.
Why, that little son-of-a-gun.
Who?
Mr. Sorkin. He's the one that turned the herd.
He probably figured if we knew there was a war, we'd want to get right in the fight.
Bet that's why he didn't say anything.
That son-of-a-gun!
We don't give that little son-of-a-gun credit.
How'd the little son-of-a-gun know in the first place?
He probably heard about it somewhere.
We ought to make him trail boss.
At least ramrod.
Yeah, you're right, Rowdy. Okay.
When did it happen?
A week ago today.
He was dancing at a wedding.
Fell off the bandstand and broke his neck.
Yes. That was Samuel.
Friend of yours?
We grew up together in the Old Country.
Took the same boat to America.
He helped me a great deal.
He loaned me the money to go into business.
We were also going back together.
I finally had the money I owed him...
enough for both of us to make the trip.
Poor Samuel. He was a stranger in this country, too.
I'm sorry.
Listen, don't be sorry.
If a man has to die, what better way than dancing at a wedding?
Shalom.
Welcome back, Señor Sorkin.
How'd everything go in town?
Oh, well...
You little son-of-a-gun. We're mighty proud of you.
- We sure are. - Sure.
Mighty smart thing. Mighty smart thing.
Real good to have you around.
Son-of-a-gun?
They're trying to thank you.
For what?
For what? For... For saving the herd.
They say you knew about the range war,
and that's why you made them go to Goshen.
I went to Goshen to visit a friend, a purely selfish reason.
I didn't say anything because I knew Mr. Favor wouldn't approve.
No, no. I'd better tell them.
Why?
Well, because they think I'm a hero, and I'm not.
Don't tell them.
But listen, I can't let them...
You know, everyone needs someone that they feel they can look up to,
someone who's maybe better in some way...
stronger or smarter
or maybe just not as lonely.
Mr. Sorkin, we were just talking about cutting a little farther west through here.
What do you think about that?
Well, isn't Abilene due north?
Yeah, but so are the Indians.
Oh, yeah, Betty's people.
Very kind, very sweet.
So you agree we ought to go on north?
Yes. I agree.
I certainly cast my 1,512 votes for Abilene.
You know, boss, I think he's right.
All right, then! We'll go north.
I don't know.
Even when I agree with him, he doesn't seem happy.
He's happy. You saved the herd for him, didn't you?
You little son-of-a-gun.
I don't know.
No matter how hard you try,
there are some people you just can't please.
I know that.
W... What happened?
Who is it?
It's Wales,
the man I told you about in Cold River.
- Is he dead? - Yeah.
What happened?
He had a knife.
He was going to kill you.
Kill me?
So I owe you my life.
Well, how can I thank you for my life?
But was it necessary to kill him?
Couldn't you have shouted for us or something?
I figure we ought to go straight ahead up that valley
and then cut northeast back to the tr...
Don't try it.
You speak English?
Pete.
Kumush?
Kumush, techi sakum.
Masakum. Gehetah tahee?
Get any of that?
A couple of words.
Gehatah tahee O-yat soo tahee.
This is her tribe.
The old boy's name is Kumush. He's the chief.
Tah hey hetuh ato. Tah hey hetuh-ato.
Something about relatives.
She... her grandmother and cousins all alive.
He said they are.
Tahee Rohetah o-yat.
Betty, what does he want?
The people are starving.
Kumush has not fought a battle for 20 years.
But he is ready to fight now for food.
How much food?
1,000 steers.
Remind him that we have many men with guns.
But I will give him 50 steers to let us pass in peace.
Sin-clow ho makee.
Vam clozok amahrue.
Nah, sin clozoko amahrue.
No bargaining.
1,000 steers.
Crus comanch yahtee arowtee Kumush.
Sakum shew ronday amahrue.
Tezzah sah malo
tu nualo na amahrue ti maki.
Kumush will give the white men time to consider.
He has no desire to spill blood.
Anyone who wishes to leave may leave.
But when the lance in the ground has no shadow, Kumush will attack.
No ret so-o sakum.
He's asking her to go with him, go back and join the tribe.
Abli masakum.
Na Waksum siantana.
You heard what he wants.
I think we can beat him,
but I won't ask any man to gamble when he doesn't have to.
No, Mr. Sorkin, this isn't your fight,
and I know how anxious you are to get home.
Mr. Favor...
It's been a pleasure knowing you. Have a nice trip to Holland.
Anybody else who wants to go with him, he can step out.
All right, check your ammunition.
Well...
Well, goodbye.
Listen. This isn't your fight, either.
I mean I could take you as far as Abilene.
Oh, no.
I'm going home.
But I'll never forget you or the way you helped me.
But I don't see what there is for you in Cold River.
There's nothing.
I'm going with them.
I don't understand. That isn't home for you, either, is it?
Not everyone can make a home wherever he is, as you do,
with your wine and your candles and prayers.
It is so beautiful.
But he asked you to come, and you refused.
No. I only told him there was a man I wanted to say goodbye to first.
Are you still here?
I want to stay, Mr. Favor. Perhaps I could help.
Can't you get it through your head this isn't some a 4th of July picnic?
This is an Indian attack.
Frankly, I'm not so sure.
Mr. Favor, believe me.
You know Indians and cattle and trail drives far better than I do.
When I pretended to be a leader, I was nothing more than a lucky fool.
But there's one thing I do know, and that's business.
And it seems to me that what we've got here is a business deal.
- Look! - Now wait.
What do these people need with a thousand cattle?
Let me make them another offer.
- You heard him turn me down. - You started too low.
Take a look up there.
Mr. Kumush?
How do you do?
My name is Mendel Sorkin.
Now, I am here to, uh, make another offer.
Another offer.
Please go.
You won't be hurt.
Ah, Betty. Just in time.
I wonder if you would tell Mr. Kumush that we have reconsidered
and we are now prepared to offer him one hundred cattle.
He would not listen.
Of course not. It's an insult.
200.
And 50.
Kumush, duaho, ti do vam do zoko.
Well, I can see I'm not playing with a child here.
All right. Tell him he's got me pinned to the wall.
All right, you can tell him that I'm going to throw in something to boot.
Now, I have here...
some of the finest tin utensils ever to come across the plains.
Wait till you hear this metal ring.
I am certain I can promise you months of wonderful wear from this...
Oh, no, I'm sorry. That's not for trading.
Now, as to this wonderful pan, I assure you...
No, really, I can't let these go.
Too tui fahr oh.
He wants it.
Can he use 20 pair?
Ah. Mr. Favor.
It looks like we've got a deal here.
You mean he's called off the attack for those, uh, whatever-they-ares?
Plus 250 cattle which I would like to pay for myself, by the way.
That means you'd be coming out with nothing at all, Mr. Sorkin.
You've got to have money to get to Holland.
Now we come to the point of the matter.
I'm not going to Holland.
What do you mean, you're not going to Holland?
That's all you've talked about, all you've ever wanted.
Mr. Yates, sometimes a man doesn't know what he really wants.
Inside, even though I've longed to go, I've also been fighting it.
This is my country.
This is where I've prospered and where life has been good to me.
And this is where I want to settle down.
Betty, you said you liked my way of life.
Will you marry me?
Well, you know I can't live the way I did with those people.
Maybe I can't live with the Indians, either.
I don't know.
Well, then let's live halfway between,
on a little land of our own.
We can visit Uncle Kumush and the boys on Fridays.
Just a minute, Mendel.
Mr. Favor, I'm going to let you in on a little secret I just found out.
Home is where your love is.
And it doesn't matter whether it's Amsterdam or Laredo or a wigwam.
Does it?
I guess it doesn't.
Betty, will you marry me?
Good.
Adios, my friends, and good luck.
Betty and I will go on ahead to the village to meet the family, Uncle Kumush.
You and the boys bring the cattle.
And pick nice ones.
You know, I kind of hate to see the little son-of-a-gun leave.
So do I.
Can you imagine what he's gonna look like in a couple of years?
Oh, I have the feeling
that Uncle Kumush and the boys are going to end up pretty kosher.
One of these days we're gonna run across an Indian,
and he's gonna raise his hand and say "Mazel tov,"
and we're gonna it's one of the Mendel Sorkin tribe.
Head 'em up!
Move 'em out!
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
Count 'em out, ride 'em in, ride 'em in, let 'em out
Count 'em out, ride 'em in
Rawhide
Rollin', rollin', rollin'
- Hyahl - Rollin' rollin', rollin'
Hyahl
Rawhide
- Hyahl - Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Hyahl