My cool union brother who lives in Georgia just dropped by and I jokingly asked him
why his union buddies weren't out with some signs and union info to welcome new lettuce pickers into the great
American AFL/ CIO family. Wouldn't that piss those petty neocon crooks in small hungry businesses off big time?
I hear them. Many just can't wait to replace hard working blacks down here because they
think these
new arrivals are better ya-suh boss-man boys. But just you red-necks wait, is what I'm thinking. I lived around this
great land and that idea won't last after they rare back the machismo with one of our newly adopted brothers.
By the way, Mexican readers did you hear about the current rush on the borders because Bush might put up a fence?
You better hop on over before a big line forms during the two-for-one Easter Amnesty Sale.
Don't you just love how the count according to news media stays at 20 Million for months? I mean, they are "undocumented," right? It might only be 200 happy faces, or dare I say, 200 Million.
Soon mild-mannered Clerk Bush will jump into a phone or voting booth with his trusty screw-driver and emerge as
SUPER DECIDER ready to defend LIES, PROFITS and the American way into Iran. Then he'll start building a mighty fence.
To show he's willing to patriotically do his part, I feel sure that this world class brush-clearer will do much of the initial work himself, when he has the time. Golf is important too; all work makes georgie a dull boy.
Anyhow enough ridiculous ramblings, on the with the show...
Rawhide Lyrics
Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'
Keep movin', movin', movin',
Though they're disapprovin',
Keep them doggies movin' Rawhide!
Don't try to understand 'em,
Just rope and throw and grab 'em,
Soon we'll be living high and wide.
Boy my heart's calculatin'
My true love will be waitin', be waiting at the end of my ride.
Move 'em on, head 'em up,
Head 'em up, move 'em out,
Move 'em on, head 'em out Rawhide!
Set 'em out, ride 'em in
Ride 'em in, let 'em out,
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in Rawhide.
Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Rawhide!
Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Though the streams are swollen
Keep them dogies rollin'
Rawhide!
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 waiting 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
Count 'em out, ride 'em in,
Ride 'em in, count 'em out,
Count 'em out, ride 'em in
Rawhide!
Keep movin', movin', movin'
Though they're disapprovin'
Keep them dogies movin'
Rawhide!
Don't try to understand 'em
Just rope, throw, and brand 'em
Soon we'll be living high and wide.
My hearts calculatin'
My true love will be waitin',
Be waitin' at the end of my ride.
Rawhide!
Rawhide!