The ghost riders in the sky

An old cow polk 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 plowin' through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw

Yippee-I-yay, yippee-I-yo
The 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 comin' hard and he heard their mournful cry

(Yippee-I-yay) yippee-I-yay (yippee-I-yay, yippee-I-yo
The 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
Ah tryin' to catch the devil's herd across this endless sky'

Yippee-I-yay, yippee-I-yay
The ghost herd in the sky
Ghost herd in the sky

Copyright: Kanjian Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Stanley Jones