Oh, he hits the trail
each mornin' down at Hollywood and Vine
Then to Westmoreland
to get himself tanned
Gets his fiddles at the Derby
and by ten to nine
He's a -lopin' along the Rio Grande
He rides the Range for Republic
Where the cardboard cactus grows
He rides the range for Republic,
for Republic Stu dios
He's a pistol -packin' papa
with a buckin' bronc to bust
Though his pistols are loaded with blanks
A half -a -hundred bretskins
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 Stu di os
Yippee -i -yay, yippee -i -oh
Where the broad man
keeps that Texas lunar glow
Yippee -i -oh,
yippee -i -ay
There's a varmint shoutin',
they went that -a -way
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 a public
Where the western breezes blow
He rides the reins for Republic,
for Republic Studi os
Yippee -aye -o h, yippee -aye -oh,
yip pee -aye -oh,
yippee -aye -oh
Where seldom is heard an
encouraging word
Oh, Barry and Knott
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 Studios