paroles de chanson Skyball Paint - Riders In the Sky

Now Skyball Paint was a devil's saint
His eyes was a fiery red
Good men have tried this horse to ride
But all of them are dead
Now I won't brag but I rode this nag
Till his blood began to boil
Then I hit the ground and I ate three pounds
Of good old western soil
Singin' hi ho, whoopie ti-yo
Ride him high and down you go
Sons of the western soil
Sons of the western soil
Well, I swore by heck, I'd break his neck
For the jolt he gave my pride (I remember that)
I would slip my noose on the old cayuse
And once more took a ride
Turned around, pretty soon I found
His head where his tail should be
So I said, "Says, I, perhaps he's shy
Or just don't care for me"
Singin' hi ho, whoopie ti-yo
Ride him high and down you go
Sons of the western soil
Sons of the western soil
In town, one day I chanced to stray
Upon old Sheriff Jim
For a hoop and a holler
And a counterfeit dollar
I sold that nag to him
But when he plants the seat of his pants
On Skyball's leather chair
I'll bet four bits when Skyball quits
Old Jim will not be there
Singin' hi ho, whoopie ti-yo
Ride him high and down you go
Sons of the western soil
Sons of the western soil
Sons of the western soil