Folsom Prison Blues (Live at Nassau Coliseum, Uniondale, NY - March 1990)

An old cowpoke went ridin' out one dark and windy day
Along 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 rush, and up a 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 skies
For he saw the riders coming hard, and he heard their mournful cry

Yippie-yi-yay (yippie-yi-yay)
Oh, yippie-yi-o (yippie-yi-o)
Ghost riders in the sky
(Reggie Young)

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat
They're ridin' hard to catch that herd, but he ain't caught 'em yet
'Cause they'll have to ride forever on that range up in the sky
On horses snortin' fire, as they ride on, hear them cry

As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name
"If you wanna save your soul from Hell, ridin' on our range
Then cowboy, change your ways today, or with us you will ride
Tryin' to catch the Devil's herd, across these endless skies"

Yippie-yi-yay (yippie-yi-yay)
Yippie-yi-o (yippie-yi-o)
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky