Ghost Riders In The Sky - Duane Eddy

An old cowboy 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 drawl

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-oh (yippie-yi-aie)

Yippie-yi-oh (yippie-yi-aie)

Ghost riders in the sky

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred

Their shirts all soaked with sweat

He's riding hard to catch that herd

But he ain't caught 'em yet

Because they've got to ride forever on

That range up in the sky

On horses snorting fire

As they ride on, hear their cry

As the riders loped on by him

As he heard one call his name

If you want to save your soul from hell

From riding on our range

Then cowboy change your ways today

Or with us you will ride

Trying to catch the devil's herd

Across these endless skies

Yippie-yi-oh (yippie-yi-aie)

Yippie-yi-oh (yippie-yi-aie)

Ghost riders in the sky

Ghost riders in the sky

Ghost riders in the sky