(Ghost) Riders In The Sky

An old cowboy went 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 flyin' through the ragged skies And up the cloudy draw. 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 Comin' hard And he heard their mournful cry. Yippie yi ay, Yippie yi oh. Ghost riders in the sky. Their faces Gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all Soaked with sweat. He's ridin' hard to catch that herd, but he Ain't caught 'em yet. 'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range Up in the sky on horses snortin' fire. As they ride on, hear their cry. As the riders loped on by him, he heard One call his name. "If you wanna save your soul from hell a-ridin' On our range, Then, cowboy, change your ways today, Or with us you will ride. Tryin' to catch the devil's herd Across these endless skies." Yippie yi ay, Yippie yi oh. Ghost riders in the Sky. Yippie Yi ay, Yippie yi oh. Ghost riders in the Sky. Ghost riders in the Sky. Ha! Hoo! Ha! Hoo! Ha!