(Ghost) Riders in the Sky

An old cowpoke 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,

A-plowin' through the ragged sky and up a cloudy draw.

Yippee-yi-ay! Yippee-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 shot through him as they thundered through the sky,

For he saw the riders comin' hard, and he heard their mournful cry:

Yippee-yi-ay! Yippee-yi-oh!

Ghost riders in the sky.

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their 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 in that range up in the sky

On horses snorting fire. As they ride on, hear them cry:

Yippee-yi-ay! Yippee-yi-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,

Trying to catch the Devil's herd, across these endless skies."

Yippee-yi-ay! Yippee-yi-oh!

Ghost riders in the sky ...

Ghost riders in the sky!

- Stan Jones