 Life on the Red Horse Ranch Hasn't offered to tell the boys at the Red Horse Ranch who the stranger was that came to talk to him during the dance. The boys have almost ceased to wonder about Alabama and his strange actions. However, here's something we do know that Tenderfoot is falling desperately in love with Rose Carter, daughter of Dad Carter, who owns the Red Horse Ranch. Let's join the boys of the Red Horse Outfit. That's one song we forgot to sing up at the dance, ain't it? Yeah, it's about the only one we didn't sing, but if we'd have kept on like they wanted us to, we'd be there yet. Oh, did I swing the gals at that sashay? Rally down. Yeah, but where you made a big hit was doing that ventriloquist act. The folks shored like that. Yeah, it sucked. Anyone can throw his voice if he just learns how to hold on. Yeah, but I was scared someone was going to tell Arizona to throw his voice out the wind and jump after it. You'll find out I can throw my boot as good as I can throw my voice, Bob. Hey, Tenderfoot, you're keeping awful quiet today. What's got into you? I'm all right, Bob. Yeah, Tenderfoot seemed like you didn't enjoy the shindig up at the house anymore than Rose and Alabama did. Well, speaking of Alabama, he's feeling mighty good today about something or other. Where'd he ride off to anyhow? Can't say as to that, but he sure was stepping mighty high, wasn't he? Say, Bob, did you say there was some stranger showed up at the barn dance that asked for Alabama? Yeah, never saw the feller before. Alabama was mighty excited for some reason or other. Well, he's been acting that way for a heck knows how long. Yeah, it ain't bothering me none. Tenderfoot, you better get that fiddle and see if you can get up a little pep. All right, what do you want? I'll lead off on something, Arizona. Say, you don't suppose he's gone over to Roaring River like you thought he was going to, do you? You mean to find out about that Dawson boy? No, I doubt that. Mr. Carter's dead sense against Alabama bringing the boy on the place, him being the son of an outlaw. Well, I wouldn't be surprised to see Alabama bringing the boy in here. Well, well, well, there's our old friend from the Chuck House. What's on your mind, Cookie? All right, Cookie. Alabama ain't here, Cookie. Don't know where he rode to. I was kind of thinking he might have rode over to Roaring River. No, they won't be in no condition to fight for some spell, Cookie. You tell Mr. Carter Alabama will be back before long. Yeah, the environments would have made a short work of you and that imitation of donkey. No, Mr. Man, you're wrong there. I took him out of his office. That gun ain't been shot since the war of 1812, has it, Cookie? This is him, man. This was Oliver. Look at his head. He was shooting. See, I got one bullet in my office. See that one bullet there? Yeah, you couldn't shoot a hornet toad with that pop gun. What are you going to do with just one bullet? I shoot them rustlers with that one bullet. You see, I wait till they all get in line like this and then I level down on them like this. Yeah, and then what? I pull the trigger like this. Oh, I'm shot. I'm shot. Arizona, are you hurt? No, he ain't hurt. Pick up your hat, Arizona. Hey, golly. That bullet went clean through Arizona's head. Yeah, and it took some of me with it. Oh, he's all right. Cookie, you be careful where you punch your gun after this. Take that blunder, boss, and hang it up on the wall. Yeah, that was Oliver went off. Boy, I still think I'm shot. Where do you want us to bury you, Arizona? Gosh, I never thought of that. Well, this might suit him. Hit me a chord, dear money. As I walked out in the streets of Laredo As I walked out in Laredo one day I spied a poor cowboy wrapped up in white linen Wrapped up in white linen and cold as a clay Old beat the drums slowly and play The fight slowly and play the dead march As you carry me along Take me to the green valley And lay the sard or me For I'm young cowboy And I know I've done wrong Let's sixteen gamblers Come handle my coffins Let's sixteen cowboys Come sing me a song Take me to the graveyard And lay the sard or me For I'm a poor cowboy And I know I've done wrong It was once in the saddle I used to go dazing It was once in the saddle I used to be gay First to the Dram House And then to the Cod House Got shot in the breast I am dying today Cove in a cup A cup of cold water To cool my march lifts A poor cowboy said Before I returned The spirit had left him And gone to his maker The cowboy was dead We beat the drums slowly And played by Floney And bitterly wept As we bore him along For we all loved our comrade So brave young and handsome We all loved our comrade Although he does How's that? Say, there's someone riding up With Alabama out in front. Yeah, who is that with Alabama? Hey, I've seen that stranger before. Sure, now I remember. That's a fella Alabama met at the barn dance. Well, see, they're getting off Out in front of the house there, aren't they? Hey, Alabama! Come out here and give us An account of yourself. I ain't golly, he's steppin' higher than ever. What's got into you now, Alabama? Howdy, boss. Who's your new friend, Alabama? Boys, I want some music. Now I want it fake. Wait a minute. I ain't answering no questions Until you play for me. What's the idea? Stop asking questions and play, will you? You see, what love has done for me Solo, solo to my heart Solo, solo to my heart Well, boys, your old pal, Alabama, Turned out to be a pretty good detective, after all. Well, it's about time, you little slut. Sit on some of this snoopin' That's been goin' on around here. Well, boys, here it is. That fella that just rode up to the house there Is Mr. Richard Nile. That ain't tellin' us nothin'. Who is he? What's he doin' out here? Well, hold your horses. I'm comin' to that. He's up there at the house right now on a mission That's gonna make Dad and Rose Carter mighty happy. Alabama, you can do more talkin' in circles Than a ball eagle. What's his business here? Mr. Niles is a representative Of a big oil company. And his business is To see that they begin drilling for oil On the Red Horse Ranch Just as soon as Dad Carter signs the lease. I'll be a cross-eyed Jack Rabbit. Drilling for oil on the Red Horse Ranch Than Alabama was right. Wave an idea no one's going to leave Alabama alone Till he explains how he made this important discovery. Be sure to listen.