Remember the old TV show? I can’t get the tune out of my head. And what were the words? I think I remember part of the song… Branded scorned as the one who ran. What do you do when you’re branded and you know you’re a man… what’s the rest?
http://www.culttelly.co.uk/lyrics/branded.html is this it?
Edited- Just to say I hate when a song gets stuck in your head. Hope this helps. 
Well, that’s better than me. I woke up this morning with “Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves” running through my brain–to Cher’s singing, of course.
After a couple of hours, I finally couldn’t take it any more, so I got up. 
We used to sing the Branded theme, pronouncing “man” as “mane”, like in Bo Diddley’s “I’m a Mane”. 
“I spell m - a - n - mane…”
So:
What do you do when you’re branded…
and you know you’re a mane?"
(Hey, it’s the best I can do without the International Phonetic Alphabet.)
And I thought I was the only crazy one. Used to sing my daughter asleep sometimes when she was wee - never had all the words though:
Have gun will travel reads the card of a man…a man without honor is a (something like lonely) man..da dum did a dum did a dum dum dum…
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rawhide…keep them doggies rollin, rawhide…
Dum da da dum, dum da da dum, dum da da dum, da dah dum from Bonanza - I don’t think that had words
Philo
Irish= That’s the one.
PhilO= I’m taking medication, need I say more as to who is actually crazy.
Born certified and durn proud. Bonanza every Sunday laying on the floor in front of the TV. My Dad used to yell at me for wiggling too much.
We got a right to pick a little fight, Bonanza,
If anyone fights anyone of us, he’s gotta fight with me!
We’re not a one to saddle up and run, Bonanza!
Anyone of us who starts a little fuss knows he can count on me!
One for four
Four for one,
This we guarantee.
We got a right to pick a little fight, Bonanza!
If anyone fights anyone of us, he’s gotta fight with me!
wherever you go for the rest of your life ,you must prove , you’re a man
You might try and catch a rerun of Branded on television. Channel Six, here sometimes runs it on Saturday nights, after the news.
The Bonanza theme lyrics, written by Jay Livingston and Ray Evans.:
We chased lady luck, 'til we finally struck Bonanza.
With a gun and a rope and a hat full of hope, planted a family tree. We got hold of a pot of gold, Bonanza.
With a horse and a saddle, and a range full of cattle, how rich can a fellow be?
On this land we put our brand, Cartwright is the name, fortune smiled, the day we filed the Ponderosa claim.
Here in the West, we’re livin’ the best, Bonanza, if anyone fights any one of us, he’s go a fight with me, Bonanza.
Hoss and Joe and Adam know every rock and pine, no one works, fights, or eats, like those boys of mine. Here we stand in the middle of a grand Bonanza.
With a gun and a rope and a hatful of hope, we planted our family tree, we got hold of a potful of gold, Bonanza.
With a houseful of friends where the rainbow ends, how rich can a fellow be?
On this land we put our brand, Cartwright is the name, fortune smiled, the day we filed the Ponderosa claim. Here in the west we’re livin’ the best Bonanza.
With the friendliest, fightingist, loving band, that ever set foot in the promised land, and we’re happier than them all.
That’s why we call it Bonanza…Bonanza…Bonanza…
The following lyrics were used in the pilot, but cut out before it aired, Lorne Greene also recorded another version on a record album, I think:
(Little Joe solo) I’ve got a flair for women everywhere—Bonanza!
(Hoss solo) Bonanza! (Barks and howls)
(All three) I’m not afraid of any pretty maid–Bonanza! Bonanza!
But when I give a kiss to any little miss, She’ll learn a lot from me
(Ben solo) I’m not afraid of any pretty maid–Bonanza!
(All three) Bonanza!
When I give a kiss to any little miss
She’ll learn a lot from me
Hair of brown, hair of gold
I’ll take what I see
We’re not a one to saddle up and run–Bonanza! Bonanza!
Anyone of us who starts a little fuss
Knows he can count on me
One for four, four for all
This we guarantee
We got a right to pick a little fight–Bonanza! Bonanza!
If anyone fights any one of us
He’s gotta fight with me!
Lyrics quoted from Bonanza: Scenery of the
Ponderosa
Here’s one I heard a lot as a child that still gets stuck in my brain from time to time. Your recalling Bonanza brought it back, as it was sung by Lorne Greene:
Ringo
He lay face down in the desert sand
Clutching his six-gun in his hand
Shot from behind, I thought he was dead
For under his heart was an ounce of lead
But a spark still burned so I used my knife
And late that night I saved the life of Ringo
I nursed him till the danger passed
The days went by, he mended fast
Then from dawn till setting sun
He practiced with that deadly gun
And hour on hour I watched in awe
No human being could match the draw of Ringo
One day we rode the mountain crest
And I went east and he went west
I took to law and wore a star
While he spread terror near and far
With lead and blood he gained such fame
All throught the West they feared the name of Ringo
I knew someday I’d face the test
Which one of us would be the best
And sure enough the word came down
That he was holed up in the town
I left the posse out in the street
And I went in alone to meet Ringo
They said my speed was next to none
But my lightning draw had just begun
When I heard a blast that stung my wrist
The gun went flying from my fist
And I was looking down the bore
Of the deadly .44 of Ringo
They say that was the only time
That anyone had seen him smile
He slowly lowered his gun and then
He said to me “We’re even, friend”
And so at last I understood
That there was still a spark of good in Ringo
I blocked the path of his retreat
He turned and stepped into the street
A dozen guns spit fire and lead
A moment later, he lay dead
The town began to shout and cheer
Nowhere was there shed a tear for Ringo
The story spread throughout the land
That I had beaten Ringo’s hand
And it was just the years, they say
That made me put my guns away
But on his grave they can’t explain
The tarnished star above the name of Ringo
“Branded” isn’t that what wives want to do to their husbands 
Ben Cartwright or aka Lorne Greene was a radio news reader in Canada during World War II, for the CBC and because his voice was so deep, was given the title as the “Voice of Doom” by Canadians, because in the early goings of the war, before the USA entered it, the news wasn’t anything to be cheerfull or hopefull about.
I to laid on the floor on Sunday night and watched Bonanza, my sister having the biggest crush on Little Joe, she was too young to understand the word swooning but that was what she did while watching.
MarkB
Speaking of “Branded”: I remember that show. They broke his sword in the ceremony through which he was dishonorably discharged and he kept the shank as a weapon. I thought it was an astonishingly original concept for a show of that era. And Chuck Conners rocked.
Dale
A couple of years ago,I read about a deadly craze which was sweeping Brazil.
Apparently,in various nightclubs,a chalk-line would be drawn down the centre of the dance floor,and the young people would seperate into two teams,each to either side of the line.
The D.J. would then play the ‘Bonanza’ theme,and whilst the music played,each team would goad and provoke members of the other side to cross the line if they dared.
Allegedly,several young men were killed in the ensuing mayhem.
Haven’t seen Branded since I was a kid. I still remember them ripping the buttons off his coat. And the drumming as he walked out of the fort. Some of the words stuck.
All but one man died,
There at Bitter Creek,
And they say he ran away.
Branded
Marked as the one who ran, (not sure of that line)
What do you do when you’re branded,
And you know you’re a man?
I think it would have been a cooler show if he really did run and had a hard time living with himself and trying to prove himself worthy and all.
Remember Chuck as The Rifleman? Shooting the antlers off the deer head in the saloon with a Winchester? Dude…
Can’t beat those old Clint Eastwood spagetti westerns. The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly. That’s what I’m talking about.
Tony
I have a vague recollection of that Ringo song. And what was the name of that great song about the cowboy who meets the Mexican lady in El Paso and had to beat it out of town when her boyfriend shows up?
“El Paso”.
Slan,
D.
You guys are unbelievable. Tony, admit it, at some point didn’t The Rifleman’s son (Johnny Crawford?) make you wince with all those “paws”?
I always appreciated Clint Eastwood from the spaghetti westerns, through the Dirty Harry series, the little known but quite good Play Misty for Me, and up to his more recent acting and directorial accomplishments. There were so many pseudo high-brows who scoffed at his early stuff; look at it for what it is, not what you’d like it to be.
Even Arnold, who I think is less talented, (although talent has been described as one drop God-given and the rest hard work and perseverance) but ferociously dedicated and persevering in his accomplishments, is someone whose accomplishments I respect. Here’s a guy with a wierd build and a strange accent who begins in an area considered by the mainstream as for freaks, and propels that from a cultist endeavor to a multimillion dollar mainstream appreciated industry.
Remember his first movie, the semi-documentary Pumping Iron, which became a cult classic? Even then he was saying seemingly mean spirited things. Remember that scene where he makes fun of Lou Ferigno’s speech impediment while at breakfast with Lou and his dad? They both accepted it.
Then he made the Conan movies; I actually liked the first one (with half the offensive line of the Oakland Raiders and James Earl Jones) for what it was - a campy cartoon basically. Then he did all those horrible Raw Deal and Commando movies (where he can accurately fire two large machine guns from atop a moving armored vehicle whilst 50 villians can’t seem to hit the mark from stationary posts all around him); even those had glimpses of that sardonic (?) humor. Remember when he drops the bad guy off the cliff and someone asks where the villian is, Arnold replies “I let him go.” The precursor of “Ill be back” and “hasta luego baby.”
He also did a fine movie called “Kindergarten Cop” in which he was really good. And then the “Terminator” which I consider a classic if only for its relentlessness of pacing.
He’s such a perfect Republican what with all those catchy sound bite sayings. And a Republican who marries a hot Democrat and becomes governor of California!
You can disagree with his politics and sensitivities but give the man his due. Same for Clint.
I guess I diverged, but all those Clint bashers made me retch; the early post-spaghetti westerns were also hints of greatness (e.g., “The Outlaw Josie Wales”)
Phil, I love westerns including John Wayne, but don’t think he should have gotten a medal of honor without actually serving, O
Uh oh, should this be merged into the political thread? 
“El Paso”.
Unbelievable. (Are you pulling my leg? I was born at night, but not last night.)
Phil, I forgot about Outlaw Josey Wales. Killer movie. When he made his horse lie down like he and the horse were dead until the soldiers rode by. Fabulous. You’re right about that kid calling, ‘Paw,’ all the time. A little off track, but I loved the interaction between Will Robinson and Dr Smith in Lost in Space. That’s how kids should be done on goofy shows.
And, yes, I loved Arnold’s humor. Pumping Iron was great fun. Was it in that movie that he tells of advising a novice body builder contestant to come on stage screaming and howling like a gorilla to impress the judges? And the judges thought the guy was nuts, of course. (Can I admit I thought it was kind of funny when he tweaked all those noses recently with ‘girlie men?’) Terminator- saw it at least four times. Reminded me of a bad dream I used to have. (Kind of miss that dream.) Predator was pretty cool, too.
I was hoping the Google ads would be for something kinky with all this discussion of Branded.
Tony
Marty Robbins
El Paso
Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl.
The rest is at http://www.thesonglyrics.com/r_song_lyrics/martyrobbins_lyric2.html
Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl.
I can only read those words hearing Marty Robbins’ voice singing it. (She sure is beautiful in my imagination.)
Tony
Thank you mvhplank.
Slan,
D.