AN OLD COWBOY
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 STEERS
HE SAW
PLOWIN' THROUGH
THE RAGGED SKIES
AND UP A CLOUDY DRAW
THEIR BRANDS
WERE STILL ON FIRE
AND THEIR HOOFS
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
HE SAW THE RIDERS
COMIN' HARD
HEARD THEIR
MOURNFUL CRY
GHOST RIDERS IN
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 IT 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
GHOST RIDERS IN
GHOST RIDERS IN THE SKY
GHOST RIDERS IN
SKY