(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
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