Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 2, Episode 9 - Incident of the Stalking Death - full transcript

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 ♪

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

♪ Cut 'em out
Ride 'em in ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

( whip cracks )



( whip cracks )

( peaceful theme playing )

Pushing a trail drive
is like moving a whole town

that isn't sure
it wants to be moved.

Some of its people are willing,
some aren't.

You start out with problems,
then you meet up with new ones.

Whatever they are,
however they happen,

they have to be met.

That's my job.
Gil Favor's my name...

trail boss.

( ominous theme playing )

Fang marks.
His neck's broke.

Look here.

Track's bigger
than the span of my hand.

Puma.
And an oversized one at that.

Any idea which way he took off?
Any more tracks?

Further on up there
where he hit a moss bed,

but they're not
as clear as these.

Somethin' must have
scared him

before he had time
to finish up on the steer.

He'll be back then.

We'll keep the herd out
in the open tonight.

FAVOR:
Nobody sleeps.
Rowdy, get the wagon.

Use the carcass
for bait.

Right.

Cat's worse than a snake.

Black-hearted as night,

quicker than a rattler
and twice as deadly.

Put the poison on,
Mushy.

Yes, sir,
Mr. Wishbone.

I'd sure like to get my hands
on that cat.

Any of you men ever eat
puma pajilla?

Puma what?

Pajilla.

Now,
there's a delicacy.

You lay on a slice
of puma steak,

then you garnish
with a layer of onions,

and then
a layer of clams--

Clams.

That's right.
Clams.

And then another layer
of puma steak,

and a layer of vegetables,

and then you pour on
some good liquor,

let it simmer for six hours
and steam through.

Where are you
gonna get clams?

Just one of you
get me the puma,

I'll dig up the clams.

Oh, you're really funny,
Wishbone.

One thing
about wolves and coyotes,

you can hear 'em.

But a puma,
they're deadly quiet

unless you're close enough
to hear one of 'em purr.

Purr?
Like a kitten?

Oh, shut up.

No, Mushy,
not like a kitten.

Well,
those tracks make that cat

bigger than any
I've ever even heard about.

If he's that big,
he could just about

chew up the herd
all by himself.

Keep an eye open.

He could be coming
out of 100 different places,

disappear the same way.

I guess we're only lucky
that, uh,

the cattle didn't catch
his scent.

Well, right now the wind's
blowin' away from the herd.

If any of you spot the cat,

make sure you got
a clean shot at it,

a good chance to kill it.

We don't want a wounded puma
runnin' loose.

Now, grab your chunks
of poisoned meat from Wishbone

and move out.

( ominous theme playing )

( growling )

( whinnies )

( whinnies )

( suspenseful theme playing )

( growling )

( whinnies )

( cocks )

( growling )

( whinnies )

( growling )

( dramatic theme playing )

( whinnying )

What happened to ya,
anyway?

I met that puma.

Oh, you sure did.

Well, I did hit it,
this isn't all my blood.

Plenty of it is,
though.

I'll live.

Only one trouble.
The puma will too.

I only got off one shot,
he swiped back at me

I had to take off.

Better get you
to Wishbone quick.

Maybe we can get him to part
with some of that whiskey.

For medicinal purposes.

Infection ain't got a chance
against that stuff.

I wonder if I have.

( crickets chirping )

( bandage rips )

Hand me a pair of scissors,
Mushy.

( mischievous theme playing )

WISHBONE:
Mushy!

Well, I'll be branded
with a cold iron

if he ain't drunk
from the fumes.

Take him on out,
and get him some air.

( all chuckling )

You lost a lot of blood,
Mr. Favor.

How ya feelin'?

No worse than Mushy's
gonna feel.

This stuff ain't bad
taken internal, neither.

Hey, you're workin'.

I'm the patient.

( sighs )

Hey,
now you stay put.

Traipsing around outside
ain't gonna do you any good.

Mushy's out there,

he's tryin'
to hold the prairie down.

Says it keeps
risin' up on him.

That ain't all that's gonna be
rising up on him.

Boss all right?

Not as all right
as he thinks.

It ain't serious,

but what with the blood
he's lost,

and the pummelin' the puma
gave him--

Hey, how's the grazin'
around here?

Well, it's fair.

Might be a good time to fat up
the cattle a day or two.

No, no.
Mr. Favor wouldn't like it

if we, uh, didn't keep
the herd movin'.

Now, who's the doctor?
Me or Mr. Favor?

Neither one of ya are.

You want Mr. Favor
to come down with gangrene?

Gangrene?

You're the doctor, Wish.

Well, in that case,
graze the cattle.

Yeah.

( mellow theme playing )

How's Mr. Favor?

Oh, I never
seen him madder.

At you, Rowdy.

At me?
Yup.

Seein' it was you who decided
to hold up the drive

for two whole days.

I-I didn't do that,
that was your decision.

That ain't the way I told it.

Well, I gotta change
his bandage.

Even if I do something wrong,

I get blamed for it
even if I don't do it?

Well, you might as well
get used to it.

That's something that always
happens to trail bosses.

Well,
I ain't no trail boss.

You will be someday,
if Mr. Favor's right.

And he usually is.

( sighs )

( peaceful theme playing )

I ain't seen
a carriage like that

since that time
I was in Mexico City.

That one looks like
it's been driven

all the way from there
without stoppin'.

Hey.

She's a...

Isn't she?

Yeah, she is.

I wonder what
she's doing out here.

I don't know.

Why don't you go ask her?

Huh? Oh, uh...

Yeah, that's a good idea,
Pete.

I'll go with you.

Hello.

Uh, my name's Rowdy Yates.

I'm Pete Nolan.

I am
Margarita Colinas.

Did one of you shoot a puma
two days ago?

Yeah, that's right.

You?

Uh, no, not me.

I would like very much
to meet the man who did.

Any particular reason?

I wish to thank him.

Well, if you wait here
for a minute,

I'll go get him
for you.

Please.

Why ain't the herd moving?

Well?

I decided to graze them
for two days.

You decided?

A lady out here
would like to see ya, boss.

Where?

Right out here.

This is Mr. Favor,
Miss, uh...

Señora Colinas.

How do you do,
Señora Colinas?

You are the one
who wounded the puma?

I shot a puma.
I'm not sure whether I--

Killed it or not?

I'm afraid that's right.

Why did you not go after it
and make sure?

Well, he would've, uh, Miss--
Uh, señora.

But, uh, he got
pretty well pawed up there.

He looks all right.

My son did too.

Your son?

His name was Fernando Colinas.

He was nine years old.

Two days ago he was killed.

A wounded puma,
unable to seek its natural prey,

stalked my boy.

Stalked him, caught him,

killed him.

I'm deeply sorry, señora.

We, uh...

We couldn't track the cat
down either

before or after we shot it.

Miss Colinas, uh,

couldn't the men
on your place have--

My men?

That is my man.

Does he look
like a hunter to you?

Nope.

What about your husband?

Dead.

PETE:
I'm sorry.

Any neighbors?

Fifty miles away.

What do you want,
Mrs. Colinas?

I want my boy.

You have many things here.

Cattle, horses, men.

One thing you do not have...

Fernando, who is dead,

who I buried myself.

I'll go now.

I have what I came for.

Sight of a coward
who wounded the puma

and would not kill it.

Señora...

The cat was attacking our herd.

We-- We had to try
and stop it.

You need not worry,
Mr. Favor.

Now that it is wounded,

the animal will no longer
follow your herd.

It has closer
and easier prey.

( speaking in Spanish )

What did you mean?

I have two other children.

Younger.

Less able to run
from the wounded puma.

But you need not
concern yourself.

You and the herd
will move on.

You will be safe.

Wounding the puma

was an easy way for you.

The animal
will no longer be able

to follow your herd,

and you do not have the time

to make sure it is dead.

I didn't mean to wound it.
I-I tried to kill it.

For that...

maybe someone above me
will forgive you.

But not I.

( dramatic theme playing )

( lowing )

You still lettin' that puma
pull at you, boss?

Mm? No.

Boss, you gotta quit thinkin'
about this thing.

I know you're worried
about that family,

and the kid gettin'
all torn up and all.

The most important thing
is getting this herd through.

That's what
you've always told me, isn't it?

Cat mauled me pretty good.

What chance
did a little boy have?

You didn't bring the cat
into this area.

Besides, you--
You tried to kill it.

It come darn close
to killing you.

It did kill the boy.

Yeah.

Well, there's nothin'
we can do about that now.

Maybe.

There's something I can
try to do about it though.

You're in charge of the herd.

I'll be gone couple,
three days.

Maybe more.

Back there alone?

You takin' any of the hands
with you, Mr. Favor?

No reason
why ya should.

Ain't any of 'em
mountain men.

Mr. Wishbone says if Mr. Favor's
got one ounce of brain,

he wouldn't go off
huntin' a mountain lion

without a mountain man
to help him track it down.

Mushy, you got a worse tongue
than a drunken drover,

which you'll never be.

Drover, that is.

So, uh, that's what
Mr. Wishbone says, huh?

Well,
maybe he said somethin'--

I mean,
maybe I said somethin' like--

I'm sure you did.

Mushy,

you can tell Mr. Wishbone
that, uh,

Mr. Favor's got one ounce
of brains left, anyway.

( upbeat theme playing )

( peaceful theme playing )

WISHBONE:
You sure you wanna visit
Miss Colinas, boss?

Whatever she knows about
the puma's habits would help.

You ain't foolin' me.

Come on,
let's go see

if the other kids
are all right.

( chickens clucking )

What do you want here?

We're going after
the puma.

You want
the Señora's blessing?

I wanna learn
whatever I can from her,

or from you,
that will help us find the cat.

Perhaps it heals now,
and you can wound it again?

Well, what we don't want's
any mouth from you, old man.

Your beard is gray
from extreme youthfulness?

Now, you never mind
my beard.

Wishbone.

Mrs. Colinas.

Why did you come here?

Do you not have your cattle
to look after?

I have to ask
some questions.

That's why I came.

Answering them won't be easy
for you, I know, but...

I must ask them.

What are you going to ask?

How did my boy die?

Did he speak to me
before he died?

No, he did not.

When they brought him to me
he could no longer speak.

Who brought him to you?

Where did they find him?

I found him.

A little way off the arroyo.

As far as you can throw a stone.

We'll stay until
we find the puma and kill it.

Will that bring Fernando
back to life?

No.

If I were a man,
I would kill you.

Would that bring Fernando
back to life?

I need to know
where the puma hunts.

It is almost night.

We'll start
in the morning.

I am not a man,
and I am Spanish.

You are on my land,

and I must ask you
into my house.

You've asked. No, thank you.
We'll camp out.

Mr. Favor.

Must you shame me?

We'll be glad to stay the night,
Mrs. Colinas.

( both giggling )

Time for bed, niños.

How tall are you?

6'4".

That's pretty tall.

Fair.

When I grow up,
will I be as tall as you?

Now, let's see.

Mm. You very well might be.

You are good
with children.

Well, I've got two
of my own.

Little girls.
Just about their age too.

They travel with you
and the herd?

Oh, no,
they're back east.

With your wife?

No.

If you, uh, were
on a trail drive

you'd be skinned alive

for taking so long
to obey orders.

Your mother ordered you
to bed.

Vamos.

Is Mr. Favor handsome,
mama?

Carlotta!

Oh.
I shouldn't have said that

till we were outside.

What are you grinnin' at?

Who's grinnin'?

Hey,
what kind of huntin'

have you got
on your mind?

( peaceful theme playing )

( speaks in Spanish )

I can't sleep, mama.

And why can't you sleep?

Where's Pablo?

MARGARITA:
Pablo? Pablo.

( Pablo whimpering )

Ah.

Tomas.

Your friend
is asleep.

Wishbone, he could sleep
on the back of a rearing horse

in the middle
of a prairie fire.

He seems very...

earthy and loyal.

MARGARITA:
You are fond of him?

FAVOR:
He's opinionated, stubborn,

sometimes even pretty stupid.

But you're right.

I'm fond of him.

You've been alone
a long time, haven't you?

No.

I've had the children
and Pedrillo, their grandfather.

Isn't that being alone?

My husband died
four years ago.

That's a long time.

What of the mother
of your little girls?

She's been gone a little longer
than four years.

Do you not think about her?

Do you not feel
a little lonely yourself?

A trail boss
doesn't have much time

to think about being lonely.

But there must be times when...

even a man in charge
of a herd would--

Here.
Let me take that.

That bandage
should be changed.

Yes, it should.

( melodramatic theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

Where have you been
the last week, señor?

I got a ranch to run,
youngster.

You are never here
when you're needed.

You treat me polite,
Pedrillo.

If ya don't,
when the Señora marries me,

I'll fire ya.

( laughs )

What do you mean,
when I'm needed?

When was I needed?

It was the puma.

What puma?

What happened?

A wounded puma
that someone failed to kill.

Anything happen
to Margarita?

Fernando.

It killed Fernando.

Fernando?

He was going to be my
oldest.

I'd give everything I own
to get my hands on the man

wounded that puma.

It was a trail boss
of the herd that went through.

Herds move slow.

Come on, Flint,
we'll catch up with him.

That will not
be necessary.

I wanna meet
that herd boss.

He is not
with his herd.

Well, where is he?

( ominous theme playing )

Hello, Margarita.

Ben.

I'm looking
for a trail boss.

BEN:
Maybe you?

Maybe me.

My name's Ben Teagle.

You and me
are goin' outside.

I'm gonna kill you.

Ben, no.

Better make sure
the kids are asleep.

I came here to kill a puma,
Mr. Teagle.

That's all I came here for.

That ain't gonna do ya
no good.

Don't raise that gun
no higher, mister.

The strain might kill ya.

( puma growling outside )

Puma's mighty close.

Yeah.
Thanks to you.

You ain't put that gun away yet,
mister.

Tomas is outside.

His dog ran away.
He's looking for it.

You take the front.
I'll take the back.

( dramatic theme playing )

You cover the back.

( growling )

Tomas.

FAVOR:
Tomas.

Tomas,
where are you?

Here, on the rock.

TOMAS:
On the rock.

Go around that way.

( growls )

It's in the bushes.

TOMAS:
There.

Please. It hurt my dog.

His name is Pablo.

Tomas.

Tomas, when I throw this rock,
if the puma comes after me,

you climb down and run home,
you understand?

Yes, I do.

( growls )

It's all right,
Tomas.

You can come on down now.

Say, now,
that was real smart of you

to climb up
on the rocks here.

Where's Pablo?

WISHBONE:
Mr. Favor.

Tomas,

I'll get you another dog.

I promise.

He is asleep.

Thank you
for what you did.

I was terribly unfair
to you.

No need to apologize.

MARGARITA:
You could've gone on
with the herd,

forgotten about
what happened here.

Mm, no.

That is why
I apologized.

It's time we got started.

Pick up the trail
where we found it last night.

BEN:
Mr. Favor.

I'm goin' with you.

Why?

I know the country hereabouts
better than you do.

We're both after the same thing,
ain't we?

The cat?

Too many men will make
the animal take to hidin'.

Three too many?

No.

Mr. Favor.

You will return?

When the puma's dead.

You stay here,
keep an eye on the children.

Yes, sir.

It's none of my business,
Mr. Teagle--

Go on,
make it your business.

Well,
there's two of 'em.

Makes the odds
just about fair, don't it?

Señor.

The puma
is a dangerous animal to hunt.

But there is one animal
even more dangerous.

Hm? What's that?

The man
who hunts with you.

Maybe so.

( mysterious theme playing )

I tried to warn him,
señora.

Sí.

( speaks in Spanish )

I'd say that's where
he's headin'.

The tracks?

Disappeared.

But hills like that's
where a mountain cat

would hole up
durin' the day.

Teagle?

Man sounds like he knows
what he's talkin' about.

Mount up, Wishbone.

Pick up anything?

I just been talkin'
to Mr. Favor.

He don't think we're ever
gonna find that puma this way.

What does he think?

We need more men.

Well, I don't see none handy.

That's why he wants you
to ride back to the ranch.

Get Flint to go over
to my place

and come back
with a dozen hands.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Where is Mr. Favor?

Gone up ahead. I'll join him.

It's funny he wouldn't come
and tell me himself.

He didn't wanna waste any time.

You know him better than me.

It'll be night,
time you get back.

We'll have a fire goin'.

Make it easier
to find us.

Yeah, that it will.

Well, I hope
you don't catch that cat

before I get back.

I'd sure hate to miss bein' in
on the kill.

Yeah. That, uh--

That'd be a shame.

Yeah.

( ominous theme playing )

Anything up above?

Where's Wishbone?

He thinks the cat headed
for higher ground.

He's waitin' till we get through
with the ravine.

( chuckles )

He's no kid.

Made a good excuse for him

to sit down
for a while.

Mr. Favor,

how much of this
are you doing for the kids,

and how much
for Margarita?

Does it make a difference?

No difference.

Thought I'd ask, that's all.

WISHBONE:
Mr. Favor.

I can see the whole ravine.

There's nothin' down there.

We'll come on up then.

You know something?

It's not the safest thing
in the world

to be riding in front
of a man with a drawn gun

and the hammer back.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( mellow theme playing )

Hey, uh,
hope you don't mind

I didn't follow your orders
today, Mr. Favor.

No, no.
Not at all.

Why?

Well, the way I saw it,

by the time I got back
with all those men you wanted,

that cat could've been
clean outta Texas.

Maybe so, maybe so.

FAVOR:
What's your opinion, Teagle?

I ain't got one.

All I want
is to see that puma dead.

That's all any of us want.

♪ Away high up
In the Mogliones ♪

♪ On the mountaintops ♪

♪ A lion picked
A yearling's bones ♪

♪ And licked
His thankful chops ♪

Not with that yelling
going on he didn't.

♪ A lion picked
A yearling's bones ♪

It's a good thing
ain't any of us yearlings,

right,
Mr. Teagle?

( mysterious theme playing )

Whoa.

Mr. Favor.

Those are cat tracks.

Way he's travelin'
looks like he's favorin' a paw.

Well, ain't a man alive
can see through rock.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( groans )

You break it?

No, it ain't broken.

But I sure wish
it had listened to me

before it tried
what it tried.

You'll have to stay here,
then.

No, I can come along.

Just gimme time
to cut myself a crutch.

You stay put.

We're not back by night,
you build a fire.

You're lucky, old-timer.

BEN:
You could've broken your neck.

Watch out
for that cat.

Animal like that
can be sneaky.

Like to get you
from behind.

I'll watch out,
all right.

Come on, Teagle.

( ominous theme playing )

Mr. Favor.

Here they go.

Must have a den up there.

Say, Teagle.

Yeah?

Back there
in the ravine...

Yeah?

If Wishbone
hadn't have showed up,

would you've pulled
the trigger?

I don't know.

You ever shoot a man
in the back?

No.

Don't mean I wouldn't.

Well, that's something to know.

Come on.

( tense theme playing )

Must be Goldy's place.

Hm?

You know how legends are,
Mr. Favor.

If kids, women, old men
talk something up.

After a while everybody
half accepts it.

And eventually
believes it.

Get to the point, Teagle.

Well, the one
who lives in there,

or is supposed to live there,
they call him Goldy.

To be alive,
he must be over a century.

Hard to believe, ain't it?

Men live to be a hundred.

What's in there
you don't want to be in there?

A whole lot,
Mr. Favor.

A man who's lived
a full century,

isn't that enough?

A man who brought
his young bride up here and...

killed her,

because he found gold,

and she wanted to use it.

And he knew if she did
he'd lose her to the young man

who wanted
to help her spend it.

Some people say I want Margarita
for what she owns.

I'm like the old man
they say lives in there.

I got gold of my own,
in a sense.

I can pay
for anything she names.

But she never
named you.

Well, that's up to her,
ain't it?

Nobody ever paid much attention
to old Goldy and his legends,

'cause, uh, up here's
the wrong place for gold veins.

The puma tracks are here,
anyway.

There he is.

Let's go, Mr. Favor.

I never believed in the stories
about old Goldy, anyway.

Let's find out
if he's real.

You two strayed
from the beaten trail,

she used
to be called.

Not exactly.
We're huntin' for a puma.

This one's a man-killer.

More power to him.

Seen any sign
of him around?

I ain't got no quarrel
with pumas.

Got no quarrel
with nothin' ain't human.

( puma growls )

The cat's in there.

No.

Nobody goes
in there.

All we want
is the cat, Goldy.

What's in there belongs to me.
You understand?

Why do you call me Goldy?

It's stupid
to call me Goldy.

You and them other fellers,
so many years ago.

There was no gold in there.

She found that out.

Then you won't let us
in after the puma?

I'm glad the puma got in there.

He's a friend of mine.

You think I'm so old

I can't defend
a friend of mine?

( gun cocks )

Just knocked out.
He'll come around.

Crazy old loon.

You better stay here
and keep an eye on him,

I'll go after
the cat.
We'll both go.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Cat ain't out here.

Deeper in.

( growling )

I don't like
bein' shut in.

I don't like it,

but I'm gonna be the one
gets that puma.

Vent shaft?

BEN:
Yeah.

I thought we were deeper down
than that.

Did you hear it hit?

No.

Well, I guess we'll have to try
to get across

same way the cat did.

He might've jumped it.

No, not even the cat
could get across that.

Well, I'll have a try
at it.

You might not
get across.

It'd be an accident.

Ain't nobody to say it wasn't.

It'd be an accident.

What makes you so sure?

And, uh,
what makes you so sure

that it wouldn't be
an accident?

( suspenseful theme playing )

That almost did it.

Yeah.

I got two choices, ain't I?

Watchin' you goin',

comin' back.

All right then, Teagle.
This is when you do it.

You love a woman,

you're so afraid
you can't have her,

you're ready to kill
the first man

who comes along
looks at her twice.

All right then,
this is when you do it.

FAVOR:
I'd fall so far
they don't even look for me.

You are ready?

I got a step here,
it's all for you.

Here it goes.

( dramatic theme playing )

You stay there all day,
how am I gonna get across?

( growling )

He's gone
as far as he can.

Let me take him.

I'll cover.

( gunshot )

( gunshot )

Go on, try it again.
Try it again.

Wanna find out
how deep this shaft is?

Wanna find out
how good my aim is?

It's no use
in that light.

We gotta wait
till darkness.

When it gets dark

you'll need a torch
to get across,

and that's all the light
I need.

So go on,
get on with it. Move.

Then stay there

till you can't stand it
any longer.

I got patience.

I can wait
longer than you can.

If one of us
could make it,

could get a drop
on that old loon...

Hey, look,
it's clear.

Get back.

Hey. You plannin' on spending
the summer down there?

I don't know who
this old Methuselah is,

but he sure didn't want you
outta there.

Hey, Wishbone, didn't I tell you
to stay put down below?

You mighty well did.

Don't you ever listen
to anything I say?

Well, aren't you glad I didn't?

Mighty well told I am.

What do we do with him now?

Yeah.
We unload him again.

Say, old-timer, you, uh,

look like you could use
some clothes.

FAVOR:
You don't look you've had a meal
in the last ten years either.

When we get down below,

we'll send you up
some food and stuff.

Hey.

You send anybody up here,
I'll--

I'll blow their brains out.

Next town we hit,

I'm gonna get you
the finest dog they got,

and send him on back for you,
all right?

Mama,
he is handsome.

It was Mr. Teagle
who shot the puma though.

Oh, Mr. Favor.

You did return but now...

I'm behind my herd.

Is that so important?

A trail boss is no-good
for a woman.

And children.

I've been through
that once.

Shouldn't the woman
have something to say?

Good luck on your drive,
Mr. Favor.

Goodbye.

Gracias.

Go with God,

ancient one.

Don't you worry about me,

child.

( uplifting 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 waitin' at the end
Of my ride ♪

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

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up
Rawhide ♪

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

♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

Hyah!
( whip cracks )

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

Hyah!
( whip cracks )

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

( horn theme playing )