Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. And on Kaapokwan right now, it was a dark and windy day. Our farmer Richie rested as he went along his way. When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw are plowing through the ragged sky and up a cloudy door. Yippee-aye-oh, yippee-aye-ay, the gold stride is in the sky. Whee! Their brands were on fire and their hooves were mighty steep. Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel. A bolt of fair wind flew them as they run through the sky. They saw the riders coming high and heard them all go cry. Yippee-aye-oh, yippee-aye-ay, the gold stride is in the sky. Whee! As the riders rushed on by him, he heard them call his name. If you want to save your soul from hell, stop riding on our reign. Then cowboy change your ways today or we'll ask you how to ride. And try to catch the devil herd across these endless skies. Yippee-aye-oh, yippee-aye-ay, the gold stride is in the sky.