Riders in the Sky

An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went upon his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw
Coming through the ragged sky, and up a cloudy draw.

Chorus:
Yippe-ai-ay, yippee-ai-oh
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 rumbled through the sky
Then he saw the riders coming hard, and he heard their mournful cry.

Chorus:
Yippe-ai-ay, yippee-ai-oh
Ghost herd in the sky.

Their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred their shirts all soaked with sweet
Their riding hard to catch that herd but they aint caught them yet
For they got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
As horses snorting fire, as they ride on hear their cries.

Chorus:
Yippe-ai-ay, yippee-ai-oh
Ghost herd 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
Trying to catch the devil's herd, across these endless skies...