Sons of the Pioneers

Kishore Kumar Hits — Sons of the Pioneers - Skyball Paint lyrics

Artist: Sons of the Pioneers

album: 85 Years of Harmony

Now, Skyball Paint was the Devil's saint
And his eyes were a fiery red
Good men have tried this hoss to ride
But shucks all of 'em are dead
Now, I won't brag but I rode that nag
'Til his blood began to boil
Then I hit the ground and ate three pounds
Of good old Texas soil
Singin' hi-ho, whoopie-ti-yo
Ride 'em high and down you go
Sons of the western soil
Singin' hi-ho, whoopie-ti-yo
Ride 'em high and down you go
Sons of the western soil
I swore by heck, I'd break his neck
For the jolt he gave my pride
I threw the noose on that old Cayuse
And once more took a ride
He turned around and soon I found
His head where his tail should be
So I said, says I, perhaps he's shy
Or he just don't care for me
Singin' hi-ho, whoopie-ti-yo
Ride 'em high and down you go
Sons of the western soil
Singin' hi-ho, whoopie-ti-yo
Ride 'em high and down you go
Sons of the western soil
In town one day, I chanced to stray
Upon old Sheriff Jim
With a whoop and holler and a counterfeit dollar
I sold that nag to him
Now when he plants the seat of his pants
In Skyball's leather chair
I'll bet four bits when Skyball quits
Old Jim just won't be there
Singin' hi-ho, whoopie-ti-yo
Ride 'em high and down you go
Sons of the western soil
Singin' hi-ho, whoopie-ti-yo
Ride 'em high and down you go
Sons of the western soil
Singin' hi-ho, whoopie-ti-yo
Ride 'em high and down you go
Sons of the western soil
Sons of the western soil
Sons of the western soil

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