Ghost Riders In The Sky (from "The Magic Balladeer" compilation)

An old cowpoke 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
A-plowing through the ragged skies, and up a cloudy draw

Yippie-i-ay, yippie-i-oh!
A ghost herd in the sky

Their brands were still on fire, and the hoofs 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 heard their mournful cry

Yippie-i-ay, yippie-i-oh!
Ghost riders in the sky

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, the shirts all soaked with sweat
They're riding hard to catch that herd, but they 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 cry

Yippie-i-ay, yippie-i-oh!
Ghost riders in the sky

As the riders loped 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
A-trying to catch that devil's herd, across these endless skies"

Yippie-i-ay, yippie-i-oh!
A ghost herd in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky