Ghost Riders In The Sky Geoff Castellucci

An old cowboy went riding 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 the 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, woah, yeah
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

Yipee-yi-o
Yipee-yi-ay
Ghost riders in the sky
In the sky

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Oh