Ghostriders in the Sky

An old cowpoke went riding out one hot 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 skies, and up the cloudy draw.

Yip-i-ya-a, Yip-i-ya-o, Ghost riders in the sky.