Don't forget another Sons of the Pioneers classic by Bob Nolan:

SKY BALL PAINT

Old Sky Ball Paint was a devil's saint, his eyes were a fiery red.
Good men have tried this horse to ride and all of them are dead.
Now I won't 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.

[Chorus]
Singin' hi ho, whoopee ti yo,
Ride him high and down you go,
Sons of the western soil.

So I swore, by heck, I'd 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 he's shy or he just don't care for me.

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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 Ball's leather chair,
I'll bet four bits when Sky Ball quits that Jim will not be there.

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I've also heard it done with Sheriff Jim in the last verse.