AN OLD COWPOKE
WENT RIDIN' 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-PLOUGHIN' THROUGH
THE RAGGED SKIES
AND UP A CLOUDY DRAW
THE 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
GHOST RIDERS IN THE SKY
THEIR FACES GAUNT
THEIR EYES WERE BLURRED
AND SHIRTS
ALL SOAKED WITH SWEAT
THEY'RE RIDIN' HARD
TO CATCH THAT HERD
BUT THEY AIN'T CAUGHT 'EM YET
'CAUSE THEY'VE
GOT TO RIDE FOREVER
ON THAT RANGE UP IN THE SKY
ON HORSES SNORTIN' FIRE
AS THEY RIDE ON
HEAR THEIR CRY
YI-PEE-YI-OH... YI-PEE-YI-OH...
AS THE RIDERS LOPED ON BY HIM
HE HEARD ONE CALL HIS NAME
IF YOU WANNA
SAVE YOUR SOUL FROM HELL
A-RIDIN' ON OUR RANGE
THEN COWBOY
CHANGE YOUR WAYS TODAY
OR WITH US YOU WILL RIDE
A-TRYIN' TO
CATCH THE DEVIL'S HERD
ACROSS THESE ENDLESS SKIES
YI-PEE-YI-AY... YI-PEE-YI-OH...
GHOST RIDERS IN THE SKY...