Stanley Davis Jones — 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 he could feel A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky For he saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry Yippie-yi-aie, Yippie-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 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