Rawpaint!

Adapted from Rawhide by Frankie Laine
Remembered as sung by Dad (certainly not my version)

Paintin', paintin', paintin'
Paintin', paintin', paintin'
Paintin', paintin', paintin'
Paintin', paintin', paintin'
Rawpaint!
Hah! Hah!

Keep paintin', paintin', paintin'
Though my feet are achin',
Keep them brushes breakin', rawpaint.
Through doubt and fear and hoping,
Hell bent for an art opening,
Though I feel like faintin',
All the things I'm craving,
Good vittles, love, and sailing,
Are waiting at the end of paintin'.

Matt 'em out, frame 'em up,
Price 'em up, move 'em on.
Sell 'em out, shoot 'em up:
Rawpaint.
Cut 'em out, crop 'em in,
Paint 'em in, paint 'em out,
Shoot 'em out, shoot 'em in:
Rawpaint!
Hah! Hah!

Movin', movin', movin',
Though they're disapprovin',
Keep them critics movin', rawpaint.
Don't try to understand 'em,
Just paint an' frame an' brand 'em.
Soon we'll be living high and wide.
My heart's calculatin',
My true love will be waitin':
Waitin' at the end of my paintin'.

Matt 'em out, frame 'em up,
Price 'em up, move 'em on.
Sell 'em out, shoot 'em up:
Rawpaint.
Cut 'em out, crop 'em in,
Paint 'em in, paint 'em out,
Shoot 'em out, shoot 'em in:
Rawpaint!

(Painting', paintin', paintin'.)
(Painting', paintin', paintin'.)
Hah!
(Painting', paintin', paintin'.)
Hah!
(Painting', paintin', paintin'.)
Rawpaint.
Hah!
Rawpaint!