Ghost Riders In The Sky (Slim Whitman)

Yi-pi-yi-yo (yi-pi-yi-yo), Yi-pi-yi-ay (yi-pi-yi-ay) Ghost riders in the sky An old cowpoke 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 cows he saw A-plowin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw 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 thundered through the sky For he saw the riders comin' hard and he heard their mournful cry Yi-pi-yi-yo (yi-pi-yi-yo), Yi-pi-yi-ay (yi-pi-yi-ay) 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 haven't caught 'em yet They've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky On horses snortin' fire, as they ride on, hear them cry The riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name If you want to save your soul from hell a-ridin' on the range Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride A-tryin' to catch the Devil's herd across these endless skies Yi-pi-yi-yo (yi-pi-yi-yo), Yi-pi-yi-ay (yi-pi-yi-ay) Ghost riders in the sky Ghost riders in the sky Ghost riders in the sky Ghost riders in the sky