coyote sing along hour, filk, mashup, very Gay
A Scotsman clad in kilt left th' bar one evening fair
An' one could tell by how he walked that he'd drunk more than his share
when all at one a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw
ploughin' through the ragged skies and up the cloudy draw
their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred
their shirts all soaked not dry
an' one says to the other with a twinkle in his eye
see yon sleepin' Scotsman so strong and handsome built
Ah wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt
yippie ay yay
yippie ay yo
ghost rahders in th' sky
they marveled for a minute then one said we must be on
let's leave a present for our friend before we move along
'cause they've got to ride forever
on that range up in the sky
on horses snortin' fahr
as they rahd on hear them cry
The' Scotsman woke to nature's call and stumbled towards a tree
behind th' bush he lifts his kilt and he gawks at what he sees
and in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes
tryin' t'catch the devil's herd
across these endless skies
yippie ay yay
yippie ay yo
ghost rahders in th' sky
