Ghost Riders in the Sky

An old cowboy went riding out, one dark and windy day Upon the ridge, he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw Plowin' through the ragged sky 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, whoa, yeah A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky For he saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry Yippee-yi-oh Yippee-yi-ay Ghost riders in the sky In the sky Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred Their shirts all soaked with sweat He's riding hard to catch that herd, but he ain't caught 'em yet, no (No, he ain't caught 'em yet) They've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky On horses snorting 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-riding 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 (Sky, sky, sky) Yippee-yi-oh (yippee-yi-oh) Yippee-yi-ay (yippee-yi-ay) Ghost riders in the sky In the sky Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh Ghost riders in the sky