Red Garters

Synopsis: A musical about a man, [START] Reb Randall [END], who rides into a frontier town looking for his brother's killer, but is surprised to find everyone in the town is celebrating his kin's death and, for that matter, gunplay in general. He eventually discovers the murderer and each man swears to shoot down the other in a gunfight. However, their girlfriends team up to put an end to the bloodshed. [EXPLANATION]Alfred Jingle got the wrong man!
Genre: Musical, Western
Director(s): George Marshall
Production: Paramount Pictures
91 min

The West is big and gaudy

The laws are very few

A man can do the living here

That he hankers to

Now everybody has a gun

That's their calling card

And even when they're having fun

they never drop their guard

For our entertainment

the barroom is the place

Every man's a king of hearts

every girl an ace

That's why we wear the minimum

red garters, hooray

And to see the maximum

they come from miles away

With a whoop and a holler

and a dime and a dollar

I'm a lucky son of a gun

Wherever I go I guess you know

I tip my hat to none

I'm just a rolling stone

I wander on my own

And always take my own advice

I've traveled every trail

and never been in jail

'Course I deserved it once or twice

With a whoop and a holler

and a dime and a dollar

I'm a lucky son of a gun

Wherever I go I guess you know

I tip my hat to none

Kind of crowded, ain't it?

And when I leave a town

And get to bedding down

I kind of wink up at the stars

Nobody knows my name

They only know I came

And drank my weight in all the bars

With a whoop and a holler

and a dime and a dollar

I'm a lucky son of a gun

Wherever I go I guess you know

I tip my hat to none

I tip my hat

to none

-I got you, stranger.

-You sure have, bub.

-Hey, where is everybody?

-They're up at the big doing.

Big doing?

Big doing?

Yeah, Robin Randall Rest In Peace Barbecue.

-That's nice.

-I got to stay home.

I'm being punished.

And just for shooting up the schoolhouse.

That's too bad.

Hey, mister, who you gunning for?

Why, bub, whatever gave you such a notion?

You're talking to the kid that shot up

the schoolhouse, remember?

Think I don't know what it means

when a guy wears his six-gun slung low...

and tied down, like you're doing?

Come on.

Come on, boy.


Horsie, whoa!

Whoa, boy!

Steady now. Attaboy.

Attaboy. He'll be okay now.

If you went to all that trouble

just to make my acquaintance...

I assure you, you wasted your time.

Nothing will come of it.

Why, ma'am, I didn't make your horse

act up that way.

-That was Comanche's idea.

-Who's Comanche?

Comanche is my horse,

only he don't know it.

He thinks he's people, and he hates horses.

-Your horse hates horses?

-Yes, ma'am.

In fact, he's the kind of a horse

that if he was a man...

he'd be a horse thief.

So, if you don't mind, ma'am...

I'll just ride along with you

and catch Comanche...

before he gets into some bad trouble.

I guess you had better.

I don't think

we've ever had a horse in our jail.

Okay. Come on, boy.

-It sure is nice to see you again, ma'am.

-Thank you, stranger.

To see me again?

When did we ever meet before?

We've never exactly met before,

but I've sure enough seen you an awful lot.

-When? Where?

-All the time.

Every place I go. Inside here.

Where do you come from, stranger?

Where you going? Why are you here?

I come from all over,

on my way to everywhere.

-But first I've got a little job to do.

-What sort of a job?

You know, in the spring,

in the Osage country...

millions of flowers grow in the fields

and they're all the color of your eyes.

You talk real nice, stranger.

Ki-yi, big doings

had a killing

Lost a villain

Robin Randall is

Mr. Randall is dead


Where he went is so remote


He won't need his overcoat

Ki-yi, big doings

Folks are buzzing

by the dozen

And the scandal is

Robin Randall is dead

-Yes, sir, it's a lovely day, isn't it, folks?


Yeah. There you are, Robin Randall,

right where we want you.

Belly-up and with your boots on.

Yes, sir, it sure is a lovely day.

And smell that barbecue.

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