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 Plowin' through the ragged skies, and up a cloudy draw Yippie-I-ay, yippie-I-o Ghost herd 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 her