Bird Song and Runnel Sounds

An old cowboy 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
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
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the riders comin' for and he heard their mournful cry

Yippee-yi-yo, yippee-yi-yay
Ghost riders in the sky

Their faces full of smoke, their eyes a
Blur, their shirts all soaked with sweat
He's ridin' hard to catch that herd but he ain't caught them yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever on their range up in the sky
On horses caught in fire as they ride on hear their cry

As the riders walked on by him he heard one call his name
"If you wanna save your soul from hell or ridin' on our range
Well, cowboy, change your ways today or with us you will ride
Tryin' to catch the devil's herd across the lunar skies"

Yippee-yi-yo, yippee-yi-yay
Ghost riders in the sky

Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky