Just like the scarecrows Just like the scarecrows, even when the wind blows We keep our boots and our roots in these cornrows Just some old plowboys pretending we're cowboys We came from nothing, oh, but look at us now, boys Even when we leave here,

Ghost riders in the sky Yippie yi ooh Yippie yi yay An old cowboy went riding out one 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 A-plowing through the ragged sky and up the

The weekend sits on my hillbilly world You better be ready when the sun goes down I'm a hayseed And a plow boy I'm a farm kid And a cowboy I'm a roughneck My daddy was a roughneck too I run around with hillbilly girls