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