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Sky Ball Paint

(Bob Nolan)

 

 

Sing along with the Sons of the Pioneers

 

Old Sky Ball Paint was a devilís saint, his eyes were a fiery red.

Good men have tried this horse to ride

And all of them are dead.

Now I wonít brag but I rode this nag till his blood began to boil.

Then I hit the ground and I ate three pound

Of good old western soil.

 

Singiní hi ho, whoopee ti yo,

Ride him high and down you go,

Sons of the western soil.

 

So I swore, by heck, Iíd break his neck for the jolt he gave my pride.

I threw my 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 sez, sez I, perhaps heís shy

Or he just donít care for me.

 

Singiní hi ho, whoopee ti yo,

Ride him high and down you go,

Sons of the western soil.

 

In town one day I chanced to stray upon old Cross-Eyed Jim.

For a whoop and a holler and a counterfeit dollar

I sold the nag to him.

But when he plants the seat of his pants in Sky Ballís leather chair,

Iíll bet four bits when Sky Ball quits

 That Jim will not be there.

 

Singiní hi ho, whoopee ti yo,

Ride him high and down you go,

Sons of the western soil.

 

 

 

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