Ghostriders In The Sky

An old cowboy went out ridin' 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,
Plowing through the ragged sky,
And up a cloudy draw.
Yippie-yi-yay, yippie-yi-yo,
Ghost riders in the sky.
Their brands were still on fire,
And their hooves were made of steel.
Their horns were black and shining,
And their hot breath he could feel.
A bolt of fear went through him,
As they thundered through the sky.
They saw the riders coming hard,
And they heard their mournful cry.
Yippie-yi-yay, yippie-yi-yo,
Ghost riders in the sky.
Their faces gaunt,
Their eyes were blurred,
Their shirts all soaked in sweat.
They're riding hard to catch that herd,
But he ain't caught them yet.
'Cause they've got to ride forever,
In that ranch up in the sky.
On horses snorting fire,
As they ride on hear their cry.
Yippie-yi-yay, yippie-yi-yo,
Ghost riders in the sky.
As the riders walked on by him,
He heard one call his name.
If you want to save your soul,
from hell a-riding on our range.
Then cowboy change your ways today,
Or with us you will ride on.
Trying to catch the devil's,
Herd across the endless sky.
Yippie-yi-yay, yippie-yi-yo,
Ghost riders in the sky.
Yippie-yi-yay, yippie-yi-yo,
Ghost riders in the sky .