HE RIDES THE RANGE (FOR REPUBLIC)
(Webster / Burke)

as recorded by The Andrews Sisters
with Jerry Gray & his Orchestra
October 26th 1949


Oh he hits the trail each mornin' down at Hollywood and Vine,
Then to Westmores to get himself tanned.
Gets his vitals at The Derby and Vine, then to nine
He's a lopin' 'long the Rio Grande.

He rides the range for Republic,
Where the cardboard cactus grow.
He rides the range for Republic,
For Republic Studios.

He's a pistol packin' papa with a buckin' bronc to bust, 
Though his pistols are loaded with blanks.
A half a hundred Redskins always bite the dust,
Every time the camera cranks!

He rides the range for Republic,
Where the western breezes blow.
He rides the range for Republic,
For Republic Studios.

Yippee-aye-ay!  Yippee-aye-oh!
Where the broad man keeps the Texas moon aglow,
Yippee-aye-oh!  Yippee-aye-ay!
There's a varmint shoutin', "They went thataway!".

He's a rompin' ropin' rustler but he's in a kinda rut,
While escapin' from a posse of men.
His director's always jumpin' up and shoutin', "Cut!,
We'll have to shoot it over again!".

He rides the range for Republic,
Where the western breezes blow.
He rides the range for Republic,
For Republic Studios.

Yippee-aye-oh!  Yip yip yip!  Yippee-aye-ay!  Oh yippee-aye-ay!
Yippee-aye-oh!  Yip yip yip!  Yippee-aye-ay!  Oh yippee-aye-ay!
We're sellin' his herd,
An encouragin' word.
Oh bury 'im not
On the studio lot, yip yip yip!
And isn't it strange,
She wouldn't exchange
A home on the range,
For his home on the range at Republic Studio!




(Transcribed by Peter Akers - November 2016)