Ghost Riders In The Sky - Stan Jones / Johnny Cash(capo 2)

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-plowing through the ragged sky

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 coming hard

and he heard their mournful cry

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred,

their shirts all soaked with sweat

He's riding hard to catch that herd, but

he ain't caught 'em yet

'Cause they've got to ride forever on that

range up in the sky

On horses snorting fire

As they ride on hear their cry

As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name

If you want to save your soul from Hell a-riding on our range

Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride

Trying to catch the Devil's herd, across

these endless skies