Riders in the Sky

An old cowpoken right now, 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 plowing through the ragged skies And a bird clouded roar In the eyes The ghosts turned the sky 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 bowl of fuel went through him as they thunder through the sky Or he saw the riders coming high And he heard their mournful cry The letters in the sky Their faces gone, their eyes were blurred and shirts all soaked with sweat

They're riding high to cats that heard but they ain't caught them yet Cause they got to ride forever on that range of in the sky And forces snort and fire as they ride on here they're crying Yibi I-O The letters sloped and by him he heard one call his name If you want to save your soul from hell or ride, not a race,

then cowboy, change your ways today or with us you will ride a try and to catch the devil's hair across these endless sky. Give the riders in the sky.