An old cowpoke went riding
out one dark and windy day
When all at once a mighty herd of
A'plowin' through the ragged
skies and up a cloudy draw
Yi- pi- yi- ay, Yi- pi- yi- o
Their brands were still on fire and their
hooves were made of steel
Their horns wuz black and shiny
and their hot breaths he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they
thundered through the sky
For he saw the riders comin' hard and
he heard their mournful cry
Yi- pi- yi- ay, Yi- pi- yi- o
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, and
shirts all soaked with sweat
They're rid in' hard to catch that herd but
they ain't caught them yet
They've got to ride forever
in that range up in the sky
as they ride on, hear their cry
Yi- pi- yi- ay, Yi- pi- yi- o
As the riders loped on by him,
he heard one call his name
"If you want to save your soul from
hell a' ridin' on our range"
"Then cowboy change your ways
today or with us you will ride"
"A- tryin' to catch the Devil's herd
across these endless skies."
Yi- pi- yi- ay, Yi- pi- yi- o