 It's a happy day on Red Horse Ranch. Sam Carter has told Steve Bradford that the Red Horse Ranch is not going to be sold. News like that always calls for a celebration. And we find the boys singing and enjoying their favorite sports. Riding wild horses, bulldoggin' steers, and other sports found only in the west. Let's join them. My friend and I live all alone. Little brown hunk, we call our own. She loves gin and I love brown. Tell you what, don't we have hunk? Are you and me? Little brown junk, don't I love thee? Are you and me? Little brown junk, don't I love thee? If I had a cow to gaze at, Let's fill compressor in the finest silk beater on the choices. Hey, milk at 20 times a day. Are you and me? Little brown junk, don't I love thee? Are you and me? Little brown junk, don't I love thee? Come on, I'm Trace. Put together in one place, And I'd prepare to drop a tear To pour our cart with you, my dear. Are you and me? Little brown junk, don't I love thee? Are you and me? Little brown junk, don't I love thee? Gun, yeah, I don't see how you're getting music out of a jug. Well, I wouldn't mind getting something else out of it, Alabama, As soon as anything else is. Well, if there ain't Ms. Rhodes. Would you mind if I join you, boys? I guess there's room for one more here in the corral. Of course you can join us. Bob and Cheyenne are bringing in a steer For a little competition. Oh, how much fun. Yeah, you're going to see some real bulldog, And I'll throw that long horn in three seconds flat. Man, I'd feel like a year in a day. Well, say, what's all the celebration about? I'd like to join in. I reckon you know that, Ms. Rhodes. We all know about your dad deciding not to sell the Red Horse Ranch. Oh, of course. And dad's been a different man today since he decided. But I was kind of sorry about Steve Bradford, though. He did want to buy the Red Horse Ranch so badly. Oh, Bradford's got enough land. He's already bought half the land in the country. I sure can't figure out what he wants with it. Well, let's forget all about that, huh? Arizona, it's your turn to give us a two. Say, I never heard of Arizona giving anybody anything. He ain't made that way. No, he chased a chuck off of an air-corn Three miles bare-headed and bare-footed before he'd lose it. Don't let him get your goat. Go ahead, Arizona. Come on, Tenderfoot, help him out. Oh, you lazy galooch. And cook up the best mess of chow that you ever looked at. Yes, and no lip stickers, get me? Listen, you boy. I'm gonna have hot biscuits with sorghum lassies, some canned... Special. Now get along with you. Yes, it's practically cooked, right? Sad. Some of the boys are gonna have a bulldog in contest. They just drove in a steer. We'll go to it, boys. Tex, you old galooch. Well, you've seen me something. But mine, none of your sad music today. All right, I'll sing Get Along Home. You ought to see my Cindy. She lives way down south. She's so sweet, the honeybees swarm around her mouth. Get along home, Cindy. Get along home, home, Cindy. I'm going to leave you now. Wished I was, should take a bite of me. Get along home, home, Cindy. Took my Cindy to preaching. I don't know what do you reckon she done? She stood right up in the preacher's face and charred her chewing gum. Get along home, Cindy. Leave you now. When she saw me coming, her smile was two feet wide. When I went to leave her, she puckered up and cried. Get along home. Get along home, home, Cindy. I'm going to leave you now. When you go fishing, fish with a hook in line. But when you go caught and don't ever look behind. Get along home, home, Cindy. Get along home. Get along home, home, Cindy. I'm going to leave you now. Cindy in the summertime. Cindy in the fall. Can't be Cindy all the time. Won't be Cindy at all. Get along home. Get along home, home, Cindy. I'm going to leave you now. My darling stand lady at the door. The old man's at the gateway to kick me out once more. Cindy, get along home. Get along home, home, Cindy. I'm going to leave you now. Oh, Mr. Carter. I want to say right here with the rest of the boys that we sure are powerful, glad that you decided not to sell out to Steve Bradford. Well, it's going to be a hard pull for us boys, but we'll make it through. Sure. Hey, who's competing here? That's a frisky-looking longhorn you drove in there. That's a wildest dare we could find, Mr. Carter. Boy, that's the way I like them. Let me get him. I'm in on this. Listen to Tenderfoot. No male order cowboy can pull over Steve. Well, I bet Tenderfoot can throw that steer. Go ahead, Tenderfoot. Oh, no, sir. I wouldn't try it if I were you, Tenderfoot. Oh, sir. No, you let some of the rest of these boys do that kind of play. Oh, but I know I can throw him. Arizona's no better than I am. You bet he ain't. I'll bet my bell again. You're Jack Knight. That's a goal. Let me up on that horse. Come on, Tenderfoot. Now, here's your chance with Miss Rose looking old. Remember what I said. Be sure you grab the steer's horns when you jump and then start twisting for all of your work. All right. Open the gate, Cheyenne. There he goes. Don't let go, boy. Hang on to those horns. Don't give up. My dad, it's almost down. He's got the steer. Bump around. Thanks, Rose. I guess I... surprised myself. That steer must have been crippled by the way we did. Well, Tenderfoot did his stuff. And now I'm going to show you a few tricks. Hand me that saddle down off the corral fence there, Bob. Where you going to that saddle, Alabama? Well, I've been teaching Red some new tricks and I want to show you. Say, Arizona, I think you owe me a song now while we're waiting for Alabama to take his turn. Yes. Come on. Let's hear that man on the flying trapeze. All right. See ya. Once I was happy, I came for Lord like an old coat that is tattered and tall. Left in this white world to weep and to mourn betrayed by a maid in her teeth. Now the maid that I loved, she was handsome and I tried all I knew her to please. But I never could please her one quarter so well as the man on the flying trapeze. Whoa! He flocks to the air where the greatest of bees that daring young man on the flying trapeze his glum and star graceful, long-term seed does please and my love is fur-loughed away. Bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo. Oh, l-y-i-i! Oh, l-y-i-i! Oh, l-y-i-i! Oh, l-y-i-i! Whoa! Wa-! I thought you were going to put your bronc through some tricks for us. What's wrong, Alibam? That red's gone again. Red's gone? But where? I don't know, but my golly, if it's the last thing I ever do, I'm going to find out. Well, there's a new mystery. Red Alibam's wonderful roan horse gone. Perhaps he will return. But where does he go? Will Alibam find out? Let's join them again when they return to the air.