(Ghost) Riders In The Sky

An old cowpoke went ridin' out one dark and windy day
 Upon a ridge he rested as he rode along his way
 When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
 Plowing through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw
 Yipie I ay, yipie I oh
 Ghost turned in the sky
 Their horns were black and shiny and their hooks are made of steel
 Their brands were still on fire and their hot breath he could feel
 A bolt of fear shot through him as they thundered through the sky
 He saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry
 Yipie I ay, yipie I oh
 Ghost riders in the sky
 Their face is gaunt their eyes were blurred their shirts all soaked with sweat
 They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they ain't caught 'em yet
 'Cause they've got to ride forever on the range up in the sky
 On horses snorting fire as they ride on hear them cry
 Yipie I ay, yipie I oh
 Ghost riders in the sky
 As the riders looked on by him he heard one call his name
 If you want to save your soul from hell a riding on our range
 Then cow-boy change your ways today or with us you will ride
 Tryin' to catch the Devils herd, across these endless skies
 Yipie I ay, yipie I oh
 Ghost riders in the sky
 Yipie I ay, yipie I oh
 Ghost riders in the sky