(Ghost) Riders In the Sky

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

Plowing through the ragged skies and up the cloudy draw

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 coming hard and he heard their mournful cry

Yippee-i-oh

Yippee-i-yay

Ghost riders in the sky

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat

He's riding hard to catch that herd, but he ain't caught 'em yet

'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky

On horses snorting fire, as they ride on, hear their cry

As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name

"If you want to save your soul from Hell, a-riding on our range"

"Then, cowboy, change your ways today or with us, you will ride"

Trying to catch the Devil's herd, across these endless skies

Yippie-i-o

Yippie-i-yay

Ghost riders in the sky

Ghost riders in the sky

Ghost riders in the sky