Ghost Riders in the Sky

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.
Yipee-yi-ay, Yipee-yi-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,
For he saw the riders coming hard and heard their mournful cry.
Yipee-yi-ay, Yipee-yi-oh, Ghost Riders in the sky.

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts were soaked with sweat,
They’re riding hard to catch the herd but they ain’t got ‘em yet.
They have to ride forever on that range up in the sky,
On horses breathing fire, as they ride I hear them cry.
Yipee-yi-ay, Yipee-yi-oh, Ghost Riders in the sky.

The riders loped on by him and he heard one call his name,
“If you want to save your hide and soul a-ridin’ on this range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride,
Trying to catch the devil’s herd across the endless sky.”
Yipee-yi-ay, Yipee-yi-oh. Ghost Riders in the sky