An old cowboy went ridin' out
On a dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as
He went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd
Of red-eyed cows he saw
Plowing through the ragged skies
And up the cloudy draw

Their brands were still on fire and
Their hooves were made of steel
Their horns were black and shining and
Their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as
They thundered through the sky
For he saw the riders coming hard
And he heard their mournful cry:

Yippee-yi-yo, yippee-yi-ya

Their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred
Their shirts all soaked with sweat
They're riding hard to catch that herd
But they ain't caught 'em yet
'cause they've got to ride forever on
That range up in the sky
On horses snortin' fire
As they ride on hear their cry:
As the riders loped on by him
He heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from hell
Ridin' on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today
Or with us you will ride
Trying to catch the devil's herd
Across these endless skies

Yippee-yi-yo, yippee-yi-ya