(Ghost) Riders In The Sky [From Twisters: The Album]

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

Plowin' 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-yi-yay

Yippee-yi-oh

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 cries

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

"If you wanna save your soul from Hell or ridin' 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"

Yippee-yi-yay

Yippee-yi-oh

Ghost riders in the sky

Yippee-yi-yay

Yippee-yi-oh

Ghost riders in the sky

Ghost riders in the sky