Marty Robbins - Ghost Riders in the Sky

Yippie-I-ay, yippie-I-o

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-plowing through the ragged sky

And up the cloudy draw.

Yippie-I-ay, yippie-I-o

Ghost Riders in the sky

Their brands were still on fire,

And their hoofs 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 commin' hard,

And he heard their mournful cry.

Yippie-I-ay, yippie-I-o

Ghost Riders in the sky

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred,

Their shirts all soaked with sweat.

They're ridin' hard to catch that herd,

But they ain't caught 'em yet',

'Cause they must ride forever

On that range up in the sky,

On horses snorting fire,

As they ride on, hear their cry.

Yippie-I-ay, yippie-I-o

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 aridin' 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-I-ay, yippie-I-o

Ghost Riders in the sky

Ghost Riders in the sky