Riders in the Sky

An old cowpook went right now, went dark and windy day. Upon a rich he rested as he went along his way. When all it went, somebody heard of red-eyed cows he saw. A plough and threw the ragged skies.

An epic, loudy draw. Their brands were still on fire and the hopes were made of steel Horns were black and shiny and their hot breathy could feed Him as they thunder through the sky For he saw the riders coming hard And hurt their mournful cry

The sky's gone through eyes were blurred The shirts all soaked the sweat They're riding hard to catch that hurt But they called him yet In the sky, on horses, northern fire, as they ride on, hear their cry.

The riders looked on by, and he heard one call his name. If you want to save your soul from hell, ride alone, or rain, Then cowboy, change your ways, today, or with us you will ride.

A try and decach that devil's head Across these endless skies Is it ours?