Here is an excerpt form her story that inspired the picture. (Parts omitted unrelated to picture.)

Keith: Who are you, and what have you done with Patty?

I was feeling inspired, okay?

Disclaimer: WEP owns it if you recognize it from Voltron. I can only wish... Oh yeah, "Rawhide" was written by Frank Laine.
A/N: The first part of this part (redundancy anyone?) is in script format cause it works best that way.

Hazar, Lotor, Lance, & Hunk: Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin'

Hunk: Rawhide!

Hazar: Rollin', rollin', rollin'

Lotor: Though the streams are swollen

Lance: Keep them dogies rollin'

Hunk: Rawhide!

Hazar: Rain and wind and weather

Lotor: Hell-bent for leather

Lance: Wishin' my gal was by my side.

Hunk: All the things I'm missin',

Hazar: Good vittles

Lotor: Love

Lance: And kissin'

Hunk: Are waiting at the end of my ride

Hazar: Move 'em on, head 'em up

Lotor: Head 'em up, move 'em on

Lance: Move 'em on, head 'em up

Hunk: Rawhide

Hazar: Count 'em out, ride 'em in,

Lotor: Ride 'em in, count 'em out,

Lance: Count 'em out, ride 'em in

Hunk: Rawhide!

Hazar: Keep movin', movin', movin'

Lotor: Though they're disapprovin'

Lance: Keep them dogies movin'

Hunk: Rawhide!
Don't try to understand 'em

Hazar: Just rope

Lotor: Throw

Lance: And brand 'em

Hunk: Soon we'll be living high and wide.

Hazar: My hearts calculatin'

Lotor: My true love will be waitin',

Lance: Be waitin' at the end of my ride.

Hunk: Rawhide!
Rawhide!

Sven applauded, but slowed and stopped when Keith gave him a glare. Pidge was seated on a fence rail, with a stick in hand, held like a conducting baton.

“Alright” the young man grinned, “one more time!” He raised the baton. Lance hummed a note and the other three joined in to make a chord. They took a deep breath, but Keith halted them, eye twitching.

“No. No more. That’s the TENTH time! I don’t even wanna’ know HOW you all happen to know the theme from Rawhide, but if I have to here that damn song one more time...”

Lotor whistled. “Did he just swear?”

“Mm-hmm,” Hazar affirmed, backing away slightly from the irate space explorer.

“Aw, lighten up,” Lance rolled his eyes. “You KNOW we don’t have anything else to do.”

“Well,” Pidge piped up, “you guys know any other songs?” The four singers conferred in a huddle.

“Please,” Keith gazed up at the sky beseechingly, “PLEASE let them get here soon!”

Keith was still fuming. “Since when do you sing, anyways, Lotor?”

“I’ll have you know, Hazar and I were members of a prize winning barbershop quartet!”

Hazar nodded. “If we’re all together at a function, we still get requests.”

“Whatever.”

Peg-leg Patty
Who is still picturing Voltron characters dressed like cowboys and singing Rawhide.. Hee hee.