Ghost Riders in the Sky

An old cowboy went riding out, one dark and windy day
Upon the 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 sky 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, whoa, yeah
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-oh
Yippee-yi-ay
Ghost riders in the sky
In the sky

Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh

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, no
(No, he ain't caught 'em yet)
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 wanna save your soul from hell, a-riding 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
(Sky, sky, sky)

Yippee-yi-oh (yippee-yi-oh)
Yippee-yi-ay (yippee-yi-ay)
Ghost riders in the sky
In the sky

Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh

Ghost riders in the sky