First Tune - The Big Corral

It's the roundup. There's some doubt in the boys' minds as to whether they're going to enjoy the roundup as much this year. The big boss has decided to leave Alabam on the ranch until he fully recovers from his injury,

and to send Steve Bradford his foreman of the outfit in his place. Alabam has not yet told Mr. Carter that Steve Bradford was responsible for that head injury. Well, here's the whole outfit almost ready to hit the trail.

Press along with the cowboy yell. Yes, yes! Press along with the noise, big noise, press along to the big con round. Press along with the cowboy, press along with the cowboy yell. Press along with the noise, big noise, press along to the big con round.

Whoo! Got the remooter in, the tenor Ford, yes, Mr. Carter? You're all ready to go. Well, be sure there's at least eight horses for every rider. All right. I'd be pretty hard riding before this round up so far.

We are bringing in every cow, rustic, maverick, and no view with the red horse brand and putting them on the molly. All right, Mr. Carner. Rose? Yes, sir. But to stay back in the house, there's too much going on down here.

But, Dad, you've always gotten to see the boys off on the round up the floor. I won't be in the way, really. I'm not. All right, order. They should have been on the trail too hard.

Oh Dad, isn't it always thrilling, the roundness? Oh, all the boys think so happy and excited. It's the same way every year. Yes, that was many years ago when I was riding a herd with them.