Ghost Riders in the Sky - Gene Autry
An old cowpoke went riding out onme 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 the cloudy draw
Yippee-yi-yay-yippee-yi-yoh the ghost herd in the sky
Their horns were black and shiny and their hooves were made of steel
Their brands were still on fire and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear shot through him as they thunder through the sky
For he saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mornful cry
Yippee-yi-yay-yippee-yi-yoh the ghost riders in the sky
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 them yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire as they ride on hear their cry
Yippee-yi-yay-yippee-yi-yoh the ghost riders in the sky
As the riders loped on my 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-yay-yippee-yi-yoh the ghost riders in the sky
Yippee-yi-yay-yippee-yi-yoh the ghost riders in the sky
