First Tune - Turkey in the Straw

Yippee-bye, yayo! Yippee-bye, yayo! Yippee-bye, yayo! Yippee-bye, yayo! Yippee-bye, yayo! Yippee-bye, yayo! Yippee-bye, yayo! Yippee-bye, yayo! Yippee-bye, yayo! Life on the Red Horse Ranch! Yippee-bye! As we join the boys at Red Horse Ranch, there's a lull in the day's activities.

Alabama's wandered down to the corral on the lookout for red. While up at the bunkhouse, Arizona is taxing his brain attempting to write a letter. Revines are twine and round the door. Oh how I wish I was there again, down in the little green valley.

More than my homesick heart would travel mean oh Lord. There's only one thing ever gives me consolation. And that's a dream that I'll be going back some day. Pre-night down the farm on ease, I pray the Lord that please take me.

Back to that little old pray the Lord that please take. If you're banjoin' wrangless out of tune only.

No sir, long as we ain't working today, I'm gettin' a chance to write this letter. Bar, guys, I didn't even know you could write. Say, who'd you be writing to, anyhow? Arizona, you ain't still think about that gal up in Denver.

No, shut up, but let me get this letter read. The end. Oh, I see. He's got that catalog again. Must be writing for a new pair of spurs. Don't see where he got the money to pay for him.

Dad Carter sure ain't handed me any pay for the last two months. Oh, I just caught him. He ain't got it, Bob. Well, I guess we'll be writing a chuck line before long. But I ain't packing out of here till I'm right.

sure we can't help dad hang on to this red horse range. Hey Bob. Yeah. How do you spell ventilquist? Arizona, have you gone plum loco? What in blazes are you talking about? Ventilquist, can't you understand plain English?