Stan Jones - [Ghost] Riders in the Sky

Yippie-yi-aie, Yippie-yi-oh!

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

Come through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw

Yippie-yi-aie, Yippie-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 you could feel

A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky

He saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry

Yippie-yi-aie, Yippie-yi-oh!

Ghost riders in the sky

Their face is gaunt their eyes were blurred their shirts all soaked with sweat

They're riding hard to catch that herd but they ain't caught them yet

'Cause they've got to ride forever on the range up in the sky

On horses snorting fire as they ride hard hear them cry

Yippie-yi-aie, Yippie-yi-oh!

Ghost riders in the sky

The riders rode 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 this devil herd across these endless skies."

Yippie-yi-aie, Yippie-yi-oh!

Ghost riders in the sky

Ghost riders in the sky

Ghost riders in the sky