 Life on the Red Horse Ranch, let's visit Red Horse Ranch. It's a beautiful moonlight night, out on the western plains, and it's just the kind of a night to make any cowboy want to sing, and that's just what they're doing. The Red Horse Outfit are all down in the bunkhouse, with the exception of Arizona, whose out where he can get a better look at the moon. Let's listen. Whatcha doing, settin' out here by yourself? Well, there's you, Miss Arizona. I was just listening to that pretty music, and thinking about my old gal, Louisa. What you doin' out here? Oh, shucks. With them singin' on this moonlight out here, I got the feelin' kinda romantic. Did you used to have a gal? Hey, listen, Cookie, I guess you don't know you're lookin' at the land champion lady killer of Arizona. I never kill no gal, but I sure would like to see Louisa, and you got no gal you won't see. No, but there's plenty of gal that like to see me. That singer makes me think of a little red-headed gal named Gertie back in Phoenix. She sure was parable sorry that I packed out of there. Well, what for you packed out? Oh, shucks. Her Paul Wanderer, the Marriott City guy. I didn't figure Gertie was worth wearing stiff collars for her. Her daddy made me take all my spurs in the house. Ooh, man. She was a swell gal, Lou. I was on my Louisa till I found out she had a husband. I didn't think I'd be the man then. I guess Gertie's still waitin' for me. And then there was Mamie, met her to dance down in Tombstone. I just sold my horse and bridle for her. Boy, she was class. Her old man owned a saloon. Well, I had a gal once and her name was Sifroni. Her Paul don't own no saloon, but she sure was handsome. Kind of like confliction. Mamie, she sure was a lady from her hoofs to her horns. I shall feel lonesome for Louisa. Oh, look at that moon. I wonder Mamie's thinkin' about me. Love show is wonder. Go sailing in our prime. You could go on singin' that way forever as far as I'm concerned. Let's have some more of it. Say, if it's entertainment you want, just call on Idaho over there. He'll tell you another one of his tall stories. I know. Oh, I wouldn't say my stories are so tall, Bob. Oh, no. Only about as tall as Tex Owens over here on this. Well, right now, Tex is layin' down. Ha-ha, are you layin' down, Tex? Well, Idaho, I don't count on being majored that way for a long time yet. Well, would you look what the cat's drug is? What's eatin' on you, Arizona? Evenin', boys. Well, speak up. What's on your mind? Boys, I'm Plum Lonesome, former gal. Recognize anything I could do about it? Sure, grab your guitar and help Tex. He was just about to sing or something or other. Oh, was I? Tex, get up out of that bunk before I dehorn you. All right, then. I miss you most of all when the evening shadows fall Down the rocky mountain of days that used to be Down the rocky mountain, far too hard to pine Down the rocky mountain, birds are sweetly singing Memories are bringing all the rocky mountain trails Along the fatties, now it's turned to gladness Down the rocky mountain, heart's a journey Down the rocky mountain, that suits you right out Little Tex, but I wish that moon up there wasn't quite so big. If Plum pulls a heart right out of me. One of them western moons will do puttin' her anything to a fella. It is a right nice moon, ain't a tenderfoot. Why, yes it is. I reckon roses are settin' up there on the porch Like she always is in the evenings. Might have lonesome for up there alone. But Alabama, I haven't any business up there. Oh, tenderfoot, get them foolin' notions out of your head. Now get yourself on up there. Say, if there was any girl I was stuck on Anywhere near here tonight, I wouldn't need no invitation. That's right, tenderfoot. I wouldn't either. I've been noticing that, Alabama. Oh, don't listen to him, tenderfoot. Well, anyhow, let's sing something else. I feel sort of good tonight. Well, I don't see what there is to feel good about. Don't look like there's nothin' much ahead of us around here. That'll have the ranch, though, any day now. Cheyenne, I want to say something in answer to that. Can't you remember us havin' trouble before? I suppose you forgot in the time that freeze came that took Darnier of a longhorn we had. Did we give up then? Of course we didn't. Oh, boys, Dad Carter's gettin' old now. He may not be the fighter he was, but by golly, if we stand behind him, nothin''s gonna happen to this ranch. Gosh, that's a long speech for one Aubrey to make. Well, front's on you, Arizona. Well, that's all right. I know it don't look so good to you. Oh, don't listen to him, Alabama. Where with you? Ever a step of the way, ain't we, boys? Well, I might have glad to hear you say that, fellas. Now, I think I owe it to you to tell you what I've had on my mind. Boys, I've got good reason to believe there's oil on the Red Horse Ranch. And that's why Bradford wants to buy this ranch. Man, that's something to think about. Man, man, it looks like them good old times are coming back again. That's right, Idaho. Hit that song, man. Yep, them good old cuckoos again. And the good old sun was shine, and we won't have no chuck flyin'. Well, them good old times are coming back again. Well, them good old times are coming back again. Yep, them good old times are coming back again. We've had misery and fullen and poverty and full. Well, them good old times are coming back again. Well, them good old times are coming back again. Yep, them good old cuckoos. Chicken to a tuning day will eat our soup in the key of cheese. Good old times are coming back again. Hold them good old times are coming back again. Yep, them good old times are coming back again. We'll hold up our heads and grin. Let the good old sun shine in. Good old times are coming back again. Old and good old times are coming back again. Sing it, yeah! Yep, them good good again. We'll forget that time for tough. We'll begin where we live. Oh, old Em good old times are coming back again. Old Em good old times are coming back again. Get them good old times are coming back again. We'll put on our Sunday clothes. We'll feel like the newborn rose. Oh, them good old times are coming back again. Old Em good old times are coming back again. And contentment's in the air. We won't worry. Old Em good old times are coming back again. Better times are coming. Yes, we're sure of that. Too bad we have to leave the boys now with their songs and their fun on the Red Horse Ranch.