Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’,
Though they’re disapprovin’,
Keep them dogies movin’, rawhide.
Don’t try to 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.

STILL LOVE CLINT EASTWOOD