Whoopee-Ti-Yi-Aye

Whoopee-Ti-Yi-Aye (Thierry Magnière)

Workin' as hard as we can bare.

Ridin' bent with the heat of the day.

Sleepin' in our frozen slickers on a cold rainy night.

Like some say, it's a weary, dreary life.

It was being written in most songs with no lies.

But I know now, they talk about paradise.

Come all you living people and listen,

Don't be afraid of the ghost I am,

I'll tell you of some troubles happened into me

And all my cowboy friends, all dead too.

This story has never been told in song before.

But I know how looks the behind its door.

Whoopee-ti-yi-aye ! We were the cattle.

Whoopee-ti-yi-aye ! Masters were devils.

Whoopee-ti-yi-aye ! Each day those same rituals.

For all injuries we have done to human or beast :

Rape, gunfights, robberies, brandings & castrations.

It's too late to pray, no redemption or any pardon,

Into the shaft of hell, we live our crimes a hundredfold.

It couldn't be described in neither lyrics nor song.

'Cause no words exist however the tongue.

We'll be seeking deliverance from all,

But death ran away from us.

I implore you then - I, a prisoner of Satan,

Take great care, then, of how you behave :

Be humble always and gentle, and patient too.

Please, take no part in the barren deeps of darkness.

I request you to learn some Bible' songs.

Now I go back before they see I was gone