(Ghost) Riders In The Sky

An old cowpoke 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-plowin' through the ragged skies and up the cloudy draw
 Aye-yay, yippee-yi-yo
 Ghost herd in the sky
 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 comin' hard and he heard their mournful cry
 Aye-yay, yippee-yi-yo
 Ghost riders in the sky
 As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
 "If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our 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"
 Aye-yay, yippee-yi-yo
 Ghost riders in the sky
 Ghost riders in the sky
 Yippee-yi-yo