When the wind whistles high in the lonesome pine and the sun is setting red and low

Way up on the ridge rides a lone cowhand been-a riding since a long time ago

For he threw his loop on a mountain cat when he found it was stalkin' the herd

They both headed out for the high-ground there's never been another word

Well the soul of Satan was in that cat, just a spitting ball of fire

That cowboy was tough as a brahman bull

He figured he'd earn his hire

He's been riding that mountaintop through the sun, rain, and hail

When they tried to track him they had no luck, they never found his trail

When the wind whistles high in the lonesome pine and the sun is setting red and low

Way up on the ridge rides a lone cowhand been-a riding since a long time ago

Now that cowboy, he sure was no saintly cuss

He knew the worst of old Satan's ways

There'd never be a round-up in the sky at the end of his earthbound days

Sure his loop was tied to the devil's hide

But his chances were getting mighty slim

'Cause the one thing that cowpoke did not know

Was that devil cat was sent to get him

When the wind whistles high in the lonesome pine and the sun is setting red and low

Way up on the ridge rides a lone cowhand been-a riding since a long time ago

And now when the shadows begin to fall

On the ridge you'll see them roar by

And straining the rope from that saddle horn

Is a cat with bloodshot eye

But unless that cat gives up the ghost

Forever that cowboy will ride

And only when Gabriel blows his horn

Will that devil cat will be dogged and tied

When the wind whistles high in the lonesome pine and the sun is setting red and low

Way up on the ridge rides a lone cowhand been-a riding since a long time ago

Been-a riding since a long time ago