(Ghost) Riders in the Sky - The Brothers Four

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 plowin' through the ragged sky

And up a cloudy draw

Yippie-I-O, yippie-I-Ay

We’re ghost riders in the sky

Their hoofs were made of fire

And their horns were made of steel

And as they thundered by him

Their hot breath he could feel

A bolt of fear swept through him

As he looked up in the sky

He saw the riders commin' hard

And heard their mournful cry

Yippie-I-O, yippie-I-Ay

Ghost riders in the sky

As the riders loped on by him

He heard one call his name

If you wanta to save your soul from

Hell a-ridin' 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-O, yippie-I-Ay

The ghost riders in the sky

The ghost riders in the sky…