Folsom Prison Blues - Live at Nassau Coliseum, Uniondale, NY - March 1990

An old cowpoke went ridin' out one dark and windy day
 Along a ridge he rested as he went along his way
 When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw
 Plowin' through the ragged rush, and up a cloudy draw
 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 skies
 For he saw the riders coming hard, and he heard their mournful cry
 Yippie-yi-yay (yippie-yi-yay)
 Oh, yippie-yi-o (yippie-yi-o)
 Ghost riders in the sky
 (Reggie Young)
 Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat
 They're ridin' hard to catch that herd, but he ain't caught 'em yet
 'Cause they'll have to ride forever on that range up in the sky
 On horses snortin' fire, as they ride on, hear them cry
 As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name
 "If you wanna save your soul from Hell, ridin' on our range
 Then cowboy, change your ways today, or with us you will ride
 Tryin' to catch the Devil's herd, across these endless skies"
 Yippie-yi-yay (yippie-yi-yay)
 Yippie-yi-o (yippie-yi-o)
 Ghost riders in the sky
 Ghost riders in the sky
 Ghost riders in the sky