Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', though the streams are swollen, keep them doggies rollin' rawhide. Through rain and wind and weather, hell-bent for leather, wishin' my gal was by my side. Movin', movin', movin', though they're disapprovin', keep them doggies movin' rawhide. All the things I missin', good fiddles, lovin', kissin', are waiting at the end of my ride. Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', though the streams are swollen, keep them doggies rollin' rawhide. Don't try to understand them, throw, throw and *** them, soon we'll be living hide and hide. My heart's calculatin', my true love will be waitin', be waitin' at the end of the ride. Move em' on, head em' up, head em' up, move em' on, move em' on, head em' up rawhide. Cut em' in, ride em' in, ride em' in, cut em' out, cut em' in, ride em' in rawhide. Ride em' in rawhide. Rawhide!