Ghostriders in the Sky
An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day.Upon a ridge he rested as he went along this way.When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he sawAll plowing through the ragged skies.And up a cloudy draw.Yippee-I-Yay... Yippee-I-Yo...Ghostriders in the sky...Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel.Their horns were black and shiney and their hot breath he could feel.A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky.He saw the riders coming hard.He heared their mournful cry...Yippee-I-Yay... Yippee-I-Yo...Ghostriders in the sky...Their faces were gone, their eyes were blur, their shirts were soaked with sweat.They're rinding hard to catch that herd but they're ain't caught 'em yet.They've got to ride forever on that range up in the skyOn horses snortin' fireAnd as they ride on hear them cryYippee-I-Yay... Yippee-I-Yo...Ghostriders in the sky...And as the riders loped him by, he heard one call his name"If you want to save your soul from hell, or ridin' on our rangeThen cowboy, better change your ways, or with us you will rideTrying to catch the devil's herdsAcross the endless skies..."Yippee-I-Yay... Yippee-I-Yo...Ghostriders in the sky...And as the riders loped him by, he heard one call his name"If you want to save your soul from hell, or ridin' on our rangeThen cowboy, better change your ways, or with us you will rideTrying to catch the devil's herdsAcross the endless skies..."Yippee-I-Yay... Yippee-I-Yo...Ghostriders in the sky...