Fred Neil - 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-plowing through the ragged sky - and up a cloudy draw
Gotta catch that herd
Gotta catch that herd
Catch that herd
Catch that herd
Their brands was still on fire and their hooves was made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as he thundered through the sky
He saw the riders comin’ hard - and heard their mournful cry
Gotta catch that herd
Gotta catch that herd
Catch that herd
Catch that herd
Their faces gaunt, their eyes all blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat
They’re ridin’ hard to catch that herd, but they ain’t caught ‘em yet
They gotta ride forever on that range up in the sky
On horses snortin’ fire - as they ride on hear their cry
Gotta catch that herd
Catch that herd, man - yieh
Gotta catch that herd
Catch that herd, man - yieh
Gotta catch that herd
Catch that herd, man - yieh
Gotta catch that herd
Catch that herd, man – yieh
Yeah
Yeah
The riders loped on by him and he heard one call his name
You wanna save your soul from hell a-riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
A-tryin’ to catch that Devil’s herd - across these endless skies
Gotta catch that herd
Gotta catch that herd
Catch that herd
Catch that herd
Catch that herd
Catch that herd