ghost riders in the sky
Singer:burl ives
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
their brands were still on fire
and the hoofs 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 heard their mournful cry
the shirts all soaked with sweat
they're ridin' hard to catch that herd
but they ain't caught 'em yet
'cause they've got to ride forever on that range up 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-ridin' on our range