An old cowpoke 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 skies And up a 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 he looked up in the sky For he saw the riders coming hard And he heard their mournful cry Yippee yi ya, yippee yi yo G h o s t r i d e r s i n t h e s k y Their faces gaunt Their eyes were blurred Their shirts all so..........
