male announcer: "Live from The Old Steeple" presents Riders in the Sky.

♪ Yippie-yi-yay.

♪ Yippie-yi-o.

♪ Ghost riders in the sky.

Too Slim: Hey, Woody.

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♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I wanna drink my java from an old tin can.

♪ ♪ While the moon goes ridin' high.

♪ Woody Paul: High.

♪ I wanna hear the sound of the whippoorwill.

♪ ♪ I wanna hear the coyote's cry.

♪ Woody: [yipping] ♪ I wanna feel my saddle horse between my legs.

♪ ♪ Ridin' him out on the range.

♪ Just to kick him in the side.

♪ ♪ Make him show his step in pride.

♪ ♪ Back on those Texas plains.

♪ Somehow it seems I'm back in my dreams.

♪ ♪ Way back where I belong.

Too Slim: At the Old Steeple.

♪ Just an old cowhand from the Rio Grande.

♪ ♪ Back where I was born.

♪ Oh, these city ways and these city lights.

♪ ♪ Are driving me insane.

♪ I wanna be alone, I wanna be back home.

♪ Woody: Where?

♪ Back on those Texas plains.

Ranger Doug: Mighty fine and a great big Western "Howdy."

It's Riders in the Sky, America's favorite cowboys, bringing you the best in western music, live and direct from the Old Steeple, so don't touch that dial, saddle pals.

It wouldn't be the Cowboy Way.

♪ I wanna drink my java from an old tin can.

♪ ♪ While the moon goes ridin' high.

♪ ♪ I wanna hear the sound of the whippoorwill.

♪ ♪ I wanna hear the coyote's cry.

♪ ♪ I wanna feel my saddle horse between my legs.

♪ ♪ Ridin' him out on the range.

♪ Just to kick him in the side.

♪ ♪ Make him show his step in pride.

♪ ♪ Back on those Texas plains.

♪ Back on those Texas plains.

[applause] Ranger Doug: Thank you so much.

Wow, what a great audience.

I can tell we're gonna have some fun tonight.

♪ When you hear a cowboy yodeling a song of open range.

♪ ♪ Your heart leaps up to hear his stirring tale.

♪ ♪ But did you ever wonder at the end of his refrain.

♪ ♪ Why his voice leaps in a mournful wail.

♪ ♪ Well, the story as is told to me.

♪ ♪ Was handed down through history.

♪ ♪ Of a singing cowboy brave enough to try.

♪ ♪ To ride the meanest old cayuse.

♪ ♪ It bucked him off right at the chute.

♪ ♪ And left him spinnin' way up in the sky.

♪ ♪ The bronco jumped up and the cowboy came down.

♪ ♪ They met at the old saddle horn.

♪ ♪ It made a deep impression.

♪ You could say it changed his life.

♪ ♪ And that's how the yodel was born.

♪ Too Slim: [yodeling] [yodeling] Too Slim: Ow!

[yodeling] Woody: [yodeling] [yodeling] Ranger Doug: [yodeling] [yodeling] [yodeling] [yodeling] Too Slim: [yodeling] Woody: [yodeling] [yodeling] Woody: Thank you.

Joey: That is such a high note.

Too Slim: That's a high note.

Joey: High note.

Too Slim: Every dog in the county just turned around.

Woody: It's not logical for a man to have to sing that high, you ask me.

Too Slim: Well, if this is a logical world, men would ride side-saddle.

Too Slim: Great to do that joke where people know what I'm talking about, isn't it?

Ranger Doug: Refreshing.

Too Slim: Told that joke in New Jersey and nothing happened.

Too Slim: There's plenty happening here tonight.

Ranger Doug: Yeah.

Too Slim: Time to Wah Hoo.

♪ One, two, a one, two, three, four.

♪ Too Slim: Can I get a big " Wah Hoo!"

audience: Wah Hoo!

♪♪♪ ♪ Give me a horse, a great big horse.

♪ ♪ And gimme a buckaroo.

♪ And let me Wah Hoo!

♪ Wah Hoo!

Wah Hoo!

♪ ♪ Give me a ranch, a big pair of pants.

♪ ♪ And gimme a Stetson too.

♪ And let me Wah Hoo!

♪ Wah Hoo!

Wah Hoo!

♪ ♪ Give me those wide open spaces.

♪ ♪ I'm just like a prairie flower.

♪ ♪ Growing wilder every hour.

♪ Gimme a moon, a prairie moon.

♪ ♪ Gimme a gal that's true.

♪ And let me Wah Hoo!

♪ Wah Hoo!

Wah Hoo!

♪ ♪ Well, what did Cleopatra say to Antony when they met?.

♪ ♪ She hollered "Wah Hoo!

♪ Wah Hoo!

Wah Hoo!"

♪ ♪ And what did roaming Romeo yell to Miss Juliet?.

♪ ♪ [inaudible] "Wah Hoo!

♪ Wah Hoo!

Wah Hoo!"

♪ ♪ It started way back in Eden.

♪ Miss Eve was the cause, and it's no fib.

♪ ♪ She wah-hooed Adam for a rib.

♪ ♪ What did Pocahontas yell.

♪ The minute she saw John Smith?.

♪ ♪ "Wah Hoo!

Wah Hoo!

Wah Hoo!".

♪ Woody: Wah Hoo on the fiddle, boys.

♪♪♪ male: Yeah, Woody.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Yeah, I like the show, the rodeo ♪ ♪ I like old Ferndale too.

♪ I like-- [yodeling] ♪ Yes, when them guys.

♪ Green cactis, that stand around 6 foot 2.

♪ ♪ They usually-- [yodeling] ♪ Give me a wild woolly bronco.

♪ ♪ Hey, I wanna be a cowboy too.

♪ ♪ So I can ride the whole day through.

♪ ♪ Well, give me the length.

♪ The size of string, and give me my baby too.

♪ ♪ And let me Wah Hoo!

♪ Wah Hoo!

Wah Hoo!

♪ Ranger Doug: Goose slam now, my old bunkhouse bassist.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Ranger Doug: Harder, Slim.

♪ And now you open your mouth about 2 feet wide.

♪ ♪ Take a deep breath or two.

♪ And then you Wah Hoo!

♪ Wah Hoo!

Wah Hoo!

♪ ♪ Then you wiggle your toes and grit your teeth.

♪ ♪ Like dangerous Dan McGrew.

♪ And then you Wah Hoo!

♪ Wah Hoo!

Wah Hoo!

♪ ♪ Be careful not to sing soprano.

♪ ♪ Hey, I never did Hi-de-hi-de-ho.

♪ ♪ That don't go over in Idaho.

♪ Well, buckle your belt and fix your hat.

♪ ♪ And spit her out, ka-choo!

♪ Ding!

[yodeling] ♪♪♪ ♪ And Wah Hoo!

Wah Hoo!

Wah Hoo!

♪ ♪ Waaaah Hoo!

♪♪♪ ♪ Wah Hoo!

[applause] Too Slim: One more time: Wah Hoo!

audience: Wah Hoo!

Too Slim: Man, wow, Thursday night in Ferndale.

Mardi Gras meets New Year's Eve.

What a party.

Ranger Doug: What got into you over there?

I asked you to play a big solo on that beautiful antique bass of yours before the show.

Too Slim: I thought you said "face."

Ranger Doug: He didn't say that.

Too Slim: I thought you said, "Go out there and play that beautiful antique face of yours."

Ranger Doug: I didn't.

Ranger Doug: I would never say that.

Too Slim: I came out and played my face and people seemed to enjoy it.

It was a high--listen to that.

Too Slim: What does that tell you, Ranger Doug?

Ranger Doug: Tells me these people haven't been out since the quarantine.

Too Slim: It tells you I'm the only guy that can do that so-- Ranger Doug: You're the only guy that would do that.

Too Slim: You're not gonna see Mark, not--Mark O'Connor's not gonna be up here playing his face.

I'm the only guy.

Ranger Doug: But he could.

Anybody could.

Too Slim: No, I've spent-- Woody: Hello, hello.

I can do it with one hand.

Big deal.

[slapping face] Ranger Doug: Oh.

[slapping face] [slapping face] [slapping face] [slapping face] [slapping face] [slapping face] [slapping face] [audience cheering] [slapping face] Woody: I can't do that.

[slapping face] ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Too Slim: C'mon, Ranger Doug.

Too Slim: C'mon, Joey.

Everybody.

Too Slim: There you have it.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Too Slim: Woody Paul, all the way from Triune in Tennessee.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Too Slim: "Golden Slippers."

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Too Slim: That other one.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Joey: There he goes, folk.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ [applause] Ranger Doug: Woody Paul, "King of the Cowboy Fiddlers."

♪ Throw a saddle on a star.

♪ Tie your dreams to a rainbow.

♪ ♪ Watch the rain and the clouds go.

♪ ♪ When the sun breaks through.

♪ Throw a saddle on a star.

♪ There'll be sunshine tomorrow.

♪ ♪ All the troubles you borrow.

♪ Will disappear from view.

♪ And if the dream that you've been dreaming.

♪ ♪ Should ever fade with the dawn.

♪ ♪ Don't let that stop you from dreaming.

♪ ♪ There'll be starlight when daylight is gone.

♪ ♪ Throw a saddle on a star.

♪ All the clouds have gone over.

♪ ♪ There'll be sunshine and clover.

♪ ♪ Along the trail for you.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ And if the dream that you've been dreaming.

♪ ♪ Should ever fade with the dawn.

♪ ♪ Don't let that stop you from dreaming.

♪ ♪ There'll be starlight when daylight is gone.

♪ ♪ Throw a saddle on a star.

♪ All the clouds have gone over.

♪ ♪ There'll be sunshine and clover.

♪ ♪ Along the trail for you.

♪♪♪ [applause] Ranger Doug: Thank you.

♪ Saddle up!

Saddle up!

♪ ♪ Saddle up!

Saddle up!

♪ ♪ Gabriel's trumpet blasts the morn'.

♪ ♪ Saddle up, you men, to the leather horn.

♪ ♪ Your grabes will yield their sleeping prey.

♪ ♪ This is the dawning of the judgment day.

♪ ♪ Saddle up!

Saddle up!

♪ ♪ Saddle up!

Saddle up!

♪ ♪ The list is long, you'll hear the names.

♪ ♪ Billy the Kid.

♪ Yup, and old Jesse James.

♪ Johnny Ringo, and Curly Bill.

♪ ♪ They're all a-sleeping on some boot hill.

♪ ♪ Saddle up!

Saddle up!

♪ ♪ Saddle up!

Saddle up!

♪ ♪ Rise up your faithful ponies wait.

♪ ♪ Saddle up and ride to the golden gate.

♪ ♪ The judge will call you one by one.

♪ ♪ And nary a man is gonna tote a gun.

♪ ♪ Saddle up!

Saddle up!

♪ ♪ Saddle up!

Saddle up!

♪ ♪ He's calling those he knows should ride.

♪ ♪ Just as they lived and just as they died.

♪ ♪ But some are doomed by the judge's word.

♪ ♪ To the ghostly riders and the devil's herd.

♪ ♪ Saddle up!

Saddle up!

♪ ♪ Saddle up!

Saddle up!

♪ ♪ The list is long and you all know.

♪ ♪ Wild Bill Hitchcock, Geronimo.

♪ ♪ Sitting Bull and Old Sam Bass.

♪ ♪ Who now through judgment's portals pass.

♪ ♪ Saddle up!

Saddle up!

♪ ♪ Saddle up!

Saddle up!

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Saddle up!

Saddle up!

♪ ♪ Saddle up!

Saddle up!

♪ ♪ Saddle up!

Saddle up!

♪ ♪ Saddle up!

Saddle up!

♪ ♪ So hear that trumpet, lose your fears.

♪ ♪ Though you slept for a hundred years.

♪ ♪ You never really ever die.

♪ So saddle, saddle, saddle, saddle.

♪ ♪ Saddle up and ride.

♪ Ah, saddle up.

[applause] ♪♪♪ ♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'.

♪ ♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'.

♪ ♪ Rawhide ♪ Rawhide ♪ Rawhide, wow, y'all.

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin'.

Too Slim: That's a long note.

And at this altitude.

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin'.

♪ Keep rollin', rollin', rollin'.

♪ ♪ Though the streams are swollen.

♪ ♪ Keep them dogies rollin', rawhide.

♪ ♪ Through rain and wind and weather.

♪ ♪ Hell bent for leather.

♪ Wishin' my gal was by my side.

♪ ♪ All the things I'm missin'.

♪ Good vittles, love and kissin'.

♪ ♪ Are waitin' at the end of my ride.

♪ ♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up.

♪ Head 'em up, move 'em on.

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up.

♪ Rawhide.

♪ Ride 'em in, cut 'em out.

♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in.

♪ Ride 'em in, cut 'em out.

♪ Rawhide.

♪ Movin', movin', movin'.

♪ Though they're disapprovin'.

♪ Keep them dogies movin', rawhide.

♪ ♪ Don't try and understand 'em.

♪ ♪ Just rope an' throw an' brand 'em.

♪ ♪ Soon we'll be living high and wide.

♪ ♪ My heart's calculatin'.

♪ My true love will be waitin'.

♪ ♪ Waitin' at the end of my ride.

♪ ♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up.

♪ Head 'em up, move 'em on.

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up.

♪ Rawhide.

♪ Ride 'em in, cut 'em out.

♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in.

♪ Ride 'em in, cut 'em out.

♪ Rawhide.

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin'.

♪ Rawhide.

♪ Keep those dogies movin'.

♪ Rawhide.

Too Slim: Y'all get up there.

Yip, yip, yip, yip.

Y'all get up.

male: "Rawhide."

Too Slim: Yah!

Yah!

Ranger Doug: We got a little medley for you.

Three tunes from our first Grammy Award-winning album.

Too Slim: Three, four.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Woody's Roundup.

♪ Right here every day.

♪ Woody's Roundup.

♪ Come on, it's time to play.

♪ There's Jessie, the yodeling cowgirl.

♪ ♪ yo-de-lay, you-de-lo, yo-de-lay-ee-o-ee.

♪ ♪ Bullseye, he's Woody's horse.

♪ ♪ Grrr, He's a smart one.

♪ Pete the old prospector.

♪ And Woody, the man himself of course.

♪ ♪ It's time for Woody's Roundup.

♪ ♪ He's the very best.

♪ He's the rootinest tootinest cowboy.

♪ ♪ In the Wild Wild West.

♪♪♪ ♪ She was born in Oklahoma.

♪ In the rolling Osage Hills.

♪ And she rode her pinto pony at full gallop for her thrills.

♪ ♪ Her yodelin' swept the country ♪ ♪ An epidemic that all caught us.

♪ ♪ Now everybody knows her as the Epiglottis Goddess.

♪ ♪ They call her Jessie, the Yodelin' Cowgirl.

♪ ♪ She's as dainty as a fairy, princess of the prairie.

♪ ♪ Yes, she's Jessie, the Yodelin' Cowgirl.

♪ ♪ She rides along and yodels a song.

♪ ♪ From dawn 'til dusk 'til dawn.

♪ ♪ 'Cause she's Jessie, the Yodelin' Cowgirl.

♪ [yodeling] [yodeling] [yodeling] ♪ You've got a friend in me.

♪ You've got a friend in me.

♪ When the road looks rough ahead.

♪ ♪ And you're miles and miles from your nice warm bed.

♪ ♪ Now just remember what your old pal said, Boy.

♪ ♪ You've got a friend in me.

♪ You've got a friend in me.

♪♪♪ ♪ Some other folks might be a little bit smarter than I am.

♪ ♪ Bigger and stronger too, maybe.

♪ ♪ But none of them will ever love you.

♪ ♪ The way I do.

♪ It's me and you.

♪ And as the years go by.

♪ Our friendship will never die.

♪ ♪ You're gonna see it's our destiny.

♪ ♪ You've got a friend in me.

♪ You've got a friend in me.

♪ You've got a friend in me.

♪♪♪ [yodeling] ♪♪♪ [applause] [slapping face] ♪ On the rhythm range.

♪ On the rhythm range.

♪ Everything is keepin' time to a sorta rhythmic rhyme ♪ ♪ and rhythm.

♪ Now I was born a rover on the rhythmic range.

♪ ♪ A rootin' tootin' terror and I never will change.

♪ ♪ I sing a tune through the day and travel all of the way ♪ ♪ in rhythm.

Rhythm.

♪ ♪ Everything around me is a part of my song.

♪ ♪ Seem to want to follow as I ramble along.

♪ ♪ The lazy hawk in the sky is even tempted to try my rhythm.

♪ ♪ On the rhythm range.

♪ On the rhythm range.

♪ Everything is keepin' time to a sorta rhythmic rhyme ♪ ♪ and rhythm.

♪ But now every time a Sunday comes a-rollin' around.

♪ ♪ Down beside the waterhole I'm sure to be found.

♪ ♪ I'll be a-rubbin' and a-scrubbin' ♪ ♪ In a manner profound ♪ in rhythm.

♪ Rhythm.

♪ Water from a thousand feet's colder than air.

♪ ♪ I always thought the devil kept it warmer down there.

♪ ♪ I guess it weren't in his path so I'll be takin' my bath in ♪ ♪ rhythm.

♪ On the rhythm range.

♪ On the rhythm range.

♪ Everything is keepin' time to a sorta rhythmic rhyme ♪ ♪ And rhythm.

♪♪♪ ♪ Rhythm.

♪♪♪ ♪ On the rhythm range.

♪ ♪ On the rhythm range.

♪ Everything is keepin' time to a sorta rhythmic rhyme ♪ ♪ and rhythm.

♪ I asked the prairie chicken when he started to scratch.

♪ ♪ If sandy fleas and bumble bees could hatch a better hatch.

♪ ♪ He said the only thing found in this doggone ground.

♪ ♪ Is rhythm.

♪ Rhythm.

♪ He started into workin' with a toss of his head.

♪ ♪ Turned around, smiled at me and here's what he said.

♪ ♪ I ain't a-diggin' for gold but when I'm scratchin' my soul's ♪ ♪ got rhythm.

♪ On the rhythm range.

♪ On the rhythm range.

♪ Everything is keepin' time to a sorta rhythmic rhyme ♪ ♪ and rhythm.

♪ On the rhythm range.

♪ On the rhythm range.

♪ Everything is keepin' time to a sorta rhythmic rhyme ♪ ♪ and rhythm.

♪ On the rhythm range.

♪ Yeah.

Ranger Doug: We'll be back in 15 minutes.

Too Slim: I moved to Nashville in 1972 and happened to move in next door to Ranger Doug.

That's where I met him.

And then Ranger Doug had the idea to start the band and called me up and said, "Let's play cowboy songs," and I said, "Can I play upright bass?"

He said, "You have to play upright bass."

And I said, "I don't have a hat."

And he said, "I have a hat.

I'll bring you a hat."

And so that was the beginning of the band.

Woody: Our heroes were the white-headed guys that put the bad guys in jail, and you knew who the bad guys were and they got locked up.

Too Slim: Initially, when we were playing in beer joints for people our own age, it was a--the show was a bit more risqué, shall we say?

And very R-rated.

But then people started bringing their kids to the show so we'd be doing these really adult sort of routines and there would be six little kids out looking at us, and it seemed inappropriate, so we sort of shifted gears.

Ranger Doug: We've been lucky, though.

We generally have very appreciative and attentive audiences.

Too Slim: We've been over 6 million miles and still rollin'.

Ranger Doug: Yeah, still having fun.

Too Slim: Still amazingly enough.

Joey: And the most important thing is after all these years, we still enjoy getting onstage with each other, and appreciate what each one contributes to the band.

That never gets old.

That's what keeps us--me going.

Too Slim: The feedback of the audience is great, the sense of community.

The feeling the joy in the room is just wonderful, and it's still there.

Ranger Doug: And partly, you know, we're doing a very specialized music, a little--very narrow slice of Americana, which could easily have disappeared if we hadn't come along.

So, I mean, it's part of our mission too to keep this wonderful tradition alive.

And have a lot of fun with it.

Ranger Doug: So please make welcome our cook, our sidekick, Side Meat.

♪♪♪ Side Meat: How you doin', folks?

You've gotta have a sidekick in the show.

You've gotta have a guy comes out here with a turned-up hat, speaking gibberish.

[speaking gibberish] Ferndale.

Okay, Ranger Doug, here's one from [inaudible] that ought to keep everybody running.

One, two, three.

♪ Now I've cooked in every cow camp from here to Katmandu.

♪ ♪ I've filled the plates of kings and queens ♪ ♪ and hungry buckaroos.

♪ I've sliced it, I've diced it, I've turned it on a spit.

♪ ♪ I've roasted and toasted and boiled and poached and ♪ ♪ tenderized a bit.

♪ But I don't need no recipe to fulfill my gourmet plan.

♪ ♪ Cause I have cooked near everything that's found ♪ ♪ in this here land.

♪ I've cooked everything, man, I've cooked everything, man.

♪ ♪ I've made them cowpokes sing, man, ♪ ♪ I've made that dinner bell ring, man.

♪ ♪ I got plenty more hash to sling, man, ♪ ♪ 'til I've cooked everything.

♪ Pork chop, veal chop, chopped steak, abalone.

♪ ♪ Pizza, pasta, portabello, fried baloney.

♪ ♪ Green beans, pole beans, lima beans, ratatouille.

♪ ♪ Walleye, fried pie, cole slaw, crab louie.

♪ ♪ Mashed potatoes, green tomatoes, okra, sow belly.

♪ ♪ Macaroni, rigatoni, goulash, whoa Nelly!.

♪ ♪ I've cooked everything, man, I've cooked everything, man.

♪ ♪ I've made them cowpokes sing, man, ♪ ♪ I could use some oxygen, man.

♪ ♪ I got plenty more hash to sling, man, ♪ ♪ 'til I've cooked everything.

♪ Let's go to the buffet.

♪ Ham, spam, jam, chocolate mousse.

♪ ♪ Berries, cherries, sausage gravy, stuffed goose.

♪ ♪ Roast beef, lettuce leaf, big BLTs.

♪ ♪ Tacos, enchiladas, nachos, extra cheese.

♪ ♪ Vitlin's, chitlins, baked Alaska flambé.

♪ ♪ Hot nuts, sheep guts, Cincinnati three-way.

♪ ♪ I've cooked everything, man, I've cooked everything, man.

♪ ♪ I've made them cowpokes sing, man, ♪ ♪ I've made that dinner bell ring, man.

♪ ♪ I got plenty more hash to sling, man, ♪ ♪ 'til I've cooked everything.

Side Meat: One more, boys.

♪ Cupcakes, crab cakes, milk shakes, parmigiana.

♪ ♪ Fruit punch, plate lunch, lunch meat if you wanna.

♪ ♪ Sushi, fried rice, sweet and sour by the hour.

♪ ♪ Coffee, toffee, iced tea, chocolate tower.

♪ ♪ Pigs' feet, mincemeat, banana pudding so sweet.

♪ ♪ C'mon boys, grab a fork and let's eat.

♪ ♪ He's cooked everything, man, he's cooked everything, man.

♪ ♪ I've made them cowpokes sing, man, [gibberish] ding, man.

♪ ♪ Is there any one thing that you never have cooked?

♪ ♪ Nope!

♪ ♪ I've... cooked... ev-ery-thing!

♪ Side Meat: [gibberish] Ranger Doug: Side Meat.

♪♪♪ ♪ Well, I got my fiddle and I got my bow.

♪ ♪ I got my squeeze box set to go.

♪ ♪ Now let's put on a cowboy show.

♪ ♪ We're burnin' moonlight.

♪ A Felton stage is all we need.

♪ Woody: Ferndale.

♪ All we need's some cardboard cactus.

♪ Joey: "Ferndale stage is all we need," that is.

♪ We're burnin' moonlight.

♪ At the end of every day.

♪ Folks come 'round to hear us play.

♪ ♪ Hot licks keep the blues away.

♪ ♪ Fiddles, keys, and moonlight.

♪ ♪ Add some bass and arch guitar.

♪ ♪ Syncopated sixteen bars.

♪ Top it with an evening star.

♪ We're burnin' moonlight.

♪♪♪ ♪ We're burnin' moonlight.

♪♪♪ ♪ We're burnin' moonlight.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ At the end of every day.

♪ Folks come 'round to hear us play.

♪ ♪ Hot licks keep the blues away.

♪ ♪ Fiddles, keys, and moonlight.

♪ ♪ Add some bass and arch guitar.

♪ ♪ Six [stammering] bars.

♪ ♪ Top it with an evening star.

♪ We're burnin' moonlight.

♪♪♪ ♪ We're burnin' moonlight.

♪♪♪ [applause] ♪♪♪ ♪ 'Neath the spreading magnolia.

♪ ♪ In the Tennessee hills.

♪ Two young lovers talking.

♪ As young lovers will.

♪ They exchanged golden lockets.

♪ ♪ For his orders had come.

♪ To ride to the West.

♪ With the cavalry's best.

♪ To the beating of drums.

♪ "Oh my roamer and dreamer.

♪ Is this what you must do?.

♪ To make war on the Native.

♪ Who has done no harm to you?"

♪ ♪ "My duty is clear, love."

♪ He replied with a sigh.

♪ "But your locket of gold.

♪ I will treasure and hold."

♪ And they kissed one last time.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Two columns of riders.

♪ And a short mule-drawn train.

♪ ♪ Specks on the horizon.

♪ On that wild bloody plain.

♪ Set on by Comanches.

♪ By a bright river side.

♪ 'Til that river ran red.

♪ With the blood of the dead.

♪ And the dying who cried.

♪ "Yes captain, I'm dying".

♪ He whispered in pain.

♪ Handing over his locket.

♪ On that wild bloody plain.

♪ "Make this back to my one love.

♪ ♪ Back in old Tennessee.

♪ Where she waits for me there.

♪ ♪ With a flower in her hair.

♪ 'Neath the magnolia tree."

♪ Ooohhhh [applause] Ranger Doug: Thank you.

♪ Wild Cat Kelly looking mighty pale.

♪ ♪ Standing by the sheriff's side.

♪ ♪ And when the sheriff said.

♪ I'm sending you to jail.

♪ Wild Cat hung his head and cried.

♪ ♪ Oh, give me land, lots of land, under starry skies above ♪ ♪ Don't fence me in.

♪ Let me ride through the wide open country that I love.

♪ ♪ Don't fence me in.

♪ I wanna be by myself in the evenin' breeze.

♪ ♪ Listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees.

♪ ♪ Send me off forever but I ask you please.

♪ ♪ Don't fence me in.

♪ Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle.

♪ ♪ Underneath the western skies.

♪ ♪ On my cayuse, let me wander over yonder.

♪ ♪ 'Til I see the mountains rise.

♪ ♪ I wanna ride to the ridge where the West commences.

♪ ♪ Gaze at the moon until I lose my senses.

♪ ♪ I can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences.

♪ ♪ Don't fence me in.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle.

♪ ♪ Underneath the western skies.

♪ ♪ On my cayuse, let me wander over yonder.

♪ ♪ 'Til I see the mountains rise.

♪ ♪ I wanna ride to the ridge where the West commences.

♪ ♪ Gaze at the moon until I lose my senses.

♪ ♪ I can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences.

♪ ♪ Don't fence me in, no no.

♪ Don't fence me in, not tonight, boys.

♪ ♪ Don't fence me in.

[applause] ♪ Water, water, cool clear water.

♪ ♪ All day I've faced the barren waste.

♪ ♪ Without the taste of water, cool water.

♪ ♪ Water.

♪ Old Dan and I with throats burned dry.

♪ ♪ And souls that cry for water, ♪ ♪ cool, clear water.

♪ Cool clear water.

♪ The nights are cool, and I'm a fool.

♪ ♪ Each star's are full of water.

♪ ♪ Cool water.

♪ Water.

♪ But with the dawn, I'll wake and yawn ♪ ♪ and carry on to water.

♪ Cool clear water.

♪ Keep a-movin', Dan, don't you listen to him, Dan.

♪ ♪ He's the devil not a man.

♪ And he spreads the burning sand with water.

♪ ♪ Dan, can you see that big green tree.

♪ ♪ Where the water's runnin' free.

♪ ♪ And it's waiting there for me and you.

♪ ♪ With water.

♪ Cool clear water.

♪ Cool clear water.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ The shadows sway and seem to say.

♪ ♪ Tonight we pray for water, cool water.

♪ ♪ Water.

♪ And way up there He'll hear our prayer.

♪ ♪ And show us where there's water.

♪ ♪ Cool clear water.

♪ Cool clear water.

♪ Dan's feet are sore he's yearning for.

♪ ♪ Just one thing more than water.

♪ Woody: Diet Pepsi.

♪ Cool water.

♪ Water.

♪ Like me I guess he'd like to rest.

♪ ♪ Where there's no quest for water.

♪ ♪ Cool clear water.

♪ Cool clear water.

♪ Keep a-movin', Dan, don't you listen to him, Dan.

♪ ♪ He's the devil not a man.

♪ And he spreads the burning sand with water.

♪ ♪ Dan, can you see that big green tree.

♪ ♪ Where the water's runnin' free.

♪ ♪ And it's waiting there for me and you.

♪ ♪ With water.

♪ Cool clear water.

♪ Cool clear water.

♪ Cool clear water.

♪ Water, ♪ water, ♪ water.

[applause] ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ An old cowboy went riding out.

♪ ♪ One dark and windy day.

♪ Upon a ridge he rested.

As he rode along his way.

♪ ♪ When all at once a mighty herd.

♪ ♪ Of red-eyed cows he saw.

♪ Plowin' through the ragged sky.

♪ ♪ And up the cloudy draw.

♪ Yippie-yi-yay.

♪ Yippie-yi-o.

♪ Ghost herd in the sky.

♪ Their horns are black and shiny.

♪ ♪ And their hooves are made of steel.

♪ ♪ Their brands are still on fire.

♪ ♪ And their hot breath he could feel.

♪ ♪ A bolt of fear shot through him.

♪ ♪ As they thundered through the sky.

♪ ♪ For he saw the riders coming hard.

♪ ♪ And he heard their mournful cry.

♪ ♪ Yippie-yi-yay.

♪ Yippie-yi-o.

♪ Ghost riders in the sky.

♪ Their faces gaunt.

♪ Their eyes are blurred.

♪ Their shirts all soaked with sweat.

♪ ♪ They're riding hard to catch that herd.

♪ ♪ But they ain't caught 'em yet.

♪ ♪ 'Cause they've got to ride forever.

♪ ♪ On that range up in the sky.

♪ ♪ On horses snorting fire.

♪ As they ride on, hear them cry.

♪ ♪ Yippie-yi-yay.

♪ Yippie-yi-o.

♪ Ghost riders in the sky.

male: Hey, Woody.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ As the riders loped on by him.

♪ ♪ He heard one call his name.

♪ ♪ If you wanna save your soul.

♪ From hell a-riding on our range.

♪ ♪ Then, cowboy, change your ways today.

♪ ♪ Or with us you will ride.

♪ Trying to catch the devil's herd.

♪ ♪ Across these endless skies.

♪ Yippie-yi-yay.

♪ Yippie-yi-o.

♪ Ghost riders in the sky.

♪ Yippie-yi-yay.

♪ Yippie-yi-o.

♪ Ghost riders in the sky.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ [applause] Ranger Doug: That's Joey, the "Cow Polka King."

Joey: Thank you, friends, thank you.

Thank you.

Ranger Doug: Woody Paul, the "King of the Cowboy Fiddlers."

Woody: Thank you, folks.

Thank you so much.

Ranger Doug: He's all about that bass.

That bass.

Too Slim.

Too Slim: The "Idol of American Youth," Ranger Doug.

♪♪♪ Ranger Doug: What a treasure this little place is and I know you--this community really loves it 'cause we sure do.

But it's time for us to saddle up and ride on down the trail.

Too Slim: Yup, right down to Felton.

Ranger Doug: [laughing] Joey's already there.

[laughing] Ranger Doug: 'Til we meet again, from all of us to all of you.

♪ Happy trails to you.

Woody: Everybody sing with us, c'mon.

♪ Until we meet again.

Woody: I was just kidding.

♪ Happy trails to you.

Too Slim: Everybody began to sway back and forth.

♪ Keep smiling until then.

♪ Who cares about the clouds when we're together.

♪ ♪ Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather.

♪ ♪ And happy trails to you.

Too Slim: And you too, Miss Mask Winner.

♪ 'Til we meet again.

Woody: Remember, friends, never take a sleeping pill and a laxative at the same time.

Joey: Folks, don't worry if you do.

You'll just sleep like a baby.

Ranger Doug: And always drink upstream from the herd.

Too Slim: (Yoda voice) And may the horse be with you.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ [applause] [applause] [applause] ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ [applause] male: Thank you, Marin.

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