Ghost Riders in the Sky

An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day Up on a ridge he rested as he went along his way When all that once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw Flowing through the ragged sky And up the cloudy draw Their brands were still on fire and their hopes 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 thunder through the sky Boy, he saw the riders come in high and he heard their mournful cry His his gulped their eyes, blurred their shirts all so could sweat Hard to catch that hurt but he ain't caught him yet

Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky All horses snort and fire As the ride over their crotch Looked on by him he heard one call his name Wanna save your soul from hell riding on our range Then cowboy change your ways to the arm Unless you will ride and try to catch the devil's earth

Cross these endless skies