Riders in the Sky - Dean Martin

An old cow poke went riding 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-plowing through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw

Yippee-i-ay yippee-i-o

The ghost herd in the sky

As the riders looped on by him he heard one call his name

If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on the range

Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride

A-trying to catch the devil’s herd across these endless skies

Yippee-i-a yippee-i-o

The ghost herd in the sky

The ghost herd in the sky

Yippee-i-o

The ghost riders in the sky