First Tune - Turnip Greens

If you guys are yours, get lost, get lost, get lost, get lost, get lost, get lost. Get lost, get lost, get lost, get lost, get lost, get lost, get lost, get lost. Life on the Red Horse Ranch.

Yes! Arizona still regrets his attempt to ride red, Alabama's beautiful ron horse.

Red showed his resentment by throwing Arizona over the corral fence. Today, Arizona's not in too good a humor. As we join them, we're afraid Texoans isn't helping Arizona's frame of mind very much. Here they are in the bunkhouse.

Let's all bury Rome. Come on, Santa Texoans, lay off with you. Here you kind of take this all bury Rome's Arizona. After the way that Rome treated you, yeah, especially Rome's name, Red. Paul, I'm singing, Tan.

You're after trying to ride red. Arizona's too stiff and sore to get at you if you want to do. Go ahead, Tan. Oh, that's so very low. Hey, Arizona, watch out for you throwing that boot, will ya?

The next Aubrey I hear makes it any kind of a horse. I'm gonna skin him alive on my jackknife. Item cowboy! Yeah, that goes for you too, Bob. Ooh, my leg. I'm so twisted up you could brand a calf with me.

Well, there's some folks that can't learn anyway, but by experience, and I reckon you were one of them kind, Arizona. Well, I learned to stay away from that red. That's what you mean. And red is a one man horse.

That's the way I trained him and I told you not to touch him, didn't I, Arizona? Come on, Alabama. Let's talk about Indians or stampedes, something kind of silly. I guess they would be, Susan, compared to what red did to you yesterday.