Ride 'Em Cowboy Page #7

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Start out with

the old shim-sham

And play back that jive

I laid on you, pops

You're on your own

So cut out and jam

What ya say we all go

rockin' and reelin'

Make the old Virginia reel

really hop

The corn will thrive

if you plant it in jive

I'll bet it pops

your top

Hit the timber

go rockin' and reelin'

Do the boogie-woogie

if the beat is in eight

You're just nowhere

if your dancin' is square

'Cause you swing

like a rusty gate

Put rhythm to your

do-si-doin' It's easy to mix

Keepjumpin'when you're heelin'and

toein'if you want to get your kicks

Swing your partner Go rockin' and

reelin' like you haven't a care

You'll be first class

You'll be cookin'with gas

Heelin', toein' Rock,

rock rockin' 'n' reelin'

Rock, rock

rockin' 'n' reelin'

When you're rockin'

around the square

But, Miss Anne, that's

what that fella told Alabam.

That's true, 'cause I heard it

with my one good ear. This one...

This one over here.

This one over here.

I don't believe it. Bob

wouldn't bet against himself.

Then why not ask Alabam? Oh, no.

Morning, everybody.

Uh-oh, there he is.

Why you, I ought to haul off and give you

the dirtiest look you ever had in your life.

What is this? What's going on? Bob,

did you make a bet through Ace

Anderson that the Lazy "S" would lose?

Oh, you heard?

Listen, I'm gonna ride today

and I'm gonna ride to win.

As far as I'm concerned, you can do

all your riding on a train heading east.

Now listen...

I want to...

What are you doing?

Hey, wait a minute, you guys

got a customer. Let's get going.

You don't understand. Oh,

yes, we do. You're a bad boy!

You got me wrong. Oh, no!

We ain't got you wrong.

If I got you wrong, I hope I

knock a fender off this car.

Okay, get in.

We're wrong.

So that's why I wanted

to lose the money.

Ten thousand buckaroos to win

a girl? That's love, all right.

That's inflation. It's all your

fault. You had to spoil a romance.

You and your eavesdropping. Eavesdropping?

I never dropped

an eave in my life.

I ought to give you back to

the Indians. Anything but that!

What do you know? Somebody

must be usin' a slingshot.

Sit still.

I'll get it.

All right,

reach.

Come on,

give me your gun.

What's the big idea? Take it

easy and you won't get hurt.

I'll go get help!

Ooo-ooo-ooo!

I don't care what your reasons were

for betting on the Lazy "S" to lose.

I can be positive they don't

win by holding you and Alabam.

Yeah, we got you good,

Bronco Bob.

It ain't as easy to escape from here

as it was in them books of yours.

Why? Are you a fan of mine? I'll say I am.

You know that book, I Escaped

from Outlaws? That was swell.

Remember, Ace,

I was readin'it to you.

That took place in a cabin like

this, didn't it? Yeah, it did.

There I was, a prisoner. The

outlaw chief was pacing up and down.

The window was open.

Now let's see...

Come on!

Help!

Hey, you're hurt. Never mind

that. Let's get back to the rodeo.

Let's make sure

our friend stays here first.

I gotta get help. We should have

stayed and fought it out with them.

Hey, hey, look!

Stop, stop, stop.

Look! Look!

Oh, just Indians.

Come on, get going!

Come on, step on it! Go

ahead, step on it! Go away.

Come on, they're getting closer.

Way back!

They have no brakes!

Attaboy,

Willoughby!

Come on,

step on it!

Hey, take off your brake!

Take off your brake!

Take off the brake?

Take off your brake!

Take it off. Take it off! What do I do now?

Release it!

Okay!

Here they come!

Don't let go of the wheel!

Willoughby,

grab the wheel.!

What did you let go

of the wheel for?

I can't drive!

What's the matter?

All right, I'll take

care of everything.

What's the matter?

What are you doing?

Hey, DiMaggio

got another hit.

Put that down!

Ooo-ooo-ooo!

Hey, look, no hands! No, don't!

Something wrong?

See my hat?

No.

There it is.

Thank you.

We got rid

of the Indians.

Look out!

Sunday driver! Never mind him.

Your troubles are behind you.

Hey, wait a minute.!

Oh, boy, that...

There they are again.

Go ahead!

Oh, fluid drive.

Hey.! Who's chasing who?

Boy, was that a close shave. You said it.

Faster, faster.

Keep it going.

Go get help, go get help!

Come here, come here!

You went the wrong way!

This way! Hurry up!

Hey! I didn't see that! Get it out!

Hey, Duke, does this

place look familiar to you?

Ya dope! We're right back

at the spot we started from!

Ain't I uncanny? You are. Now listen to me.

Take the turns I tell ya to take.

Bob's in trouble. Now get going.

Let's see who's in this

broncobusting contest.

I don't suppose there's any doubt

of his showing up, is there, Conway?

This is dull stuff, Manning. What

do you say we go find some real fun?

The next event is the

girls'fancy-riding contest.

Good luck, there's a lot more

at stake than the prize money.

A lot more? Yeah, Ace Anderson had

somebody put up $10,000 that we'd lose.

Ten thousand do...

Why, Dad,

then Bob...

Bob wanted to lose so we'd

win. That doesn't make sense.

It certainly does.

Come on!

Hey, come on! Hey, Alabam! Get in the car.

He's hurt. Oh, it's nothing.

It's just a little...

Oooooh!

Blood.

The Lazy "S" outfit's in

second place with 27 points,

including the first place

won by Miss Anne Shaw.

And now the final contestant

in broncobustin',

also representing

the Lazy "S" Ranch,

that celebrated personality,

Bronco Bob Mitchell.

Where's Bob? Has anyone seen him? No!

Alabam hasn't

shown up either.

That's strange.

Anne?

You don't mean that you want Bob to

ride? Of course I want him to ride.

Bronco Bob Mitchell is wanted at

the chutes. Judges are waiting.

He was gonna ride,

was he?

Bronco Bob Mitchell, having failed

to appear, the contest is forfeited.

The winner is...

But wait, here he is!

Where have you been? Get

Alabam to first aid right away.

What happened to him? He

got shot. I'll explain later.

Look, about that bet... We know all

about that. You get in there and ride!

Ride 'em, cowboy!

We win! We win!

We win!

Hello, bridegroom.

Ride 'em, cowboy

ride

We're all together

side by side

All good men and every one a

rooting tooting son of a gun

Come on and ride 'em, cowboy

ride

Bust 'em high and wide

And when our pay's

been roped and tied

We'll be off to paint the town

to set 'em up and drink 'em down

Come on and ride 'em, cowboy

ride

Give me a life out on the plains,

a horse with lightning in his veins

And for my comrades

the men of the West

A cowboy's friends are rough and tough

but they're his friends and that's enough

They're tried and true men

and they're the best

So ride 'em, cowboy

ride

We're all together

side by side

They're all good men and every

one a rooting tooting son of a gun

Come on and ride 'em, cowboy

ride

Bust 'em high and wide

And when our pay's

been roped and tied

We'll be off to paint the town

to set 'em up and drink 'em down

We're gonna ride 'em, cowboy

ride

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