Ghostriders In The Sky

An old cowpoke went riding out one hot and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along this way
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw
A-plowing through the ragged skies, and up the cloudy draw

Yipie-i-aye, yipie-i-oh
Ghost riders in the sky

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
He saw the riders coming hard, he heard their mournful cry

Yipie-i-aye, yipie-i-oh
Ghost riders in the sky

Their face were gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat
They're riding hard to catch that herd, but they ain't caught him yet
They've got to ride forevermore on the range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire and as they ride, I hear them cry

Yipie-i-aye, yipie-i-oh
Ghost riders in the sky

And as the riders loped on by he heard one call his name
"If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on the range
Then, cowboy, better change your ways or with us you will ride
Trying to catch the Devil's herd across the endless skies"

Yipie-i-aye, yipie-i-oh
Ghost riders in the sky