(Music & lyrics by Stan Jones, 1949)    An old cowboy went out on a 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  Plowing through the ragged sky and up a cloudy draw.    Yippie aye-aaa, yippie aye-ooh.  Ghost riders in the sky.    Their brands were still on fire  and their hooves were made of steel  Their horns were black and shining  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 aye-aaa, yippie aye-ooh.  Ghost riders in the sky.    Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred  and shirts all soaked with sweat  They're riding hard to catch that head  but they ain't caught them yet,  'cause they've got to ride forever  on that range up in the sky  On horses snorting as they ride  and hear their awful cry    Yippie aye-aaa, yippie aye-ooh.  Ghost riders in the sky.    As the riders loped on by him  he heard one calls his name  If you want to save your soul  from hell riding on your 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 aye-aaa, yippie aye-ooh.  Ghost riders in the sky.