A 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   ploughing through the ragged skys and up the cloudy draws.   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 comming hard and he heard their mournful cry.   Yippee-I-Oh...   Yippee-I-Ay...   Ghost riders in the sky.      Their faces gone, theirs eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat.   He's riding hard to catch that herd but he aint caught them yet.   Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky.    All horses snorting fire as they ride on hear their cry.      As the riders look on by him he heard one call his name.    "If you want to save your soul from hell 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.   Yippee-I-Oh...   Yippee-I-Ay...   Ghost riders in the sky.(x3)