I reckon you all don't know me at all
I just got here today
My home is way down in a little town
It's not so far away
Everybody for miles around
Calls me by my name
Now that I am in your fair town
You must do the same
For I'm a

I'm a ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I'm a clean cut feller from Horner's Corner
You ought to see me strut
I'm a caper-cutting cutie, got a gal called Katie
She's a little heavy-legged but I call her baby
I'm a ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff

I'm a ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I'm a ping-pong poppa from Pitchfork Prairie
You ought to see me strut
I'm a ding dong daddy, got a whiz-bang momma
She's a bear creek baby and a whompas kitty
I'm a ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff

I'm a ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I'm a peach pie poppa from Jackson's Holler
You ought to see me strut
I'm a honey-dripping daddy, got a hard-hearted baby
She's a sheik-shaking Shiva but she can't shake me
Cause I'm a ding dong daddy from Dumas, yes sir
You ought to see me do my stuff

I'm a ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I'm a cider sipper from Corncob Center
You ought to see me strut
I'm a high powered poppa, got a gal called Susie
She's a fast-moving momma, but she can't lose me
Cause I'm a ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff

Some stuff!

Lyrics by Phil Baxter.
Recorded by Phil Baxter; Louis Armstrong; many others.

An old cowpoke 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'plowin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw

Yi-pi-yi-ay, Yi-pi-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny 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 comin' hard and he heard their mournful cry

Yi-pi-yi-ay, Yi-pi-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, and shirts all soaked with sweat
They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they ain't caught them yet
They've got to ride forever in that range up in the sky
On horses snortin' fire, as they ride on, hear their cry

Yi-pi-yi-ay, Yi-pi-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky

As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name
"If you want to save your soul from hell a' ridin' on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
A-tryin' to catch the Devil's herd across these endless skies."

Yi-pi-yi-ay, Yi-pi-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky

Lyrics by Stan Jones.
Recorded by Vaughn Monroe.