Now, folks, here's a song that's brand new, yet one we feel sure is destined to take its place with the great songs of the West. I'm certain you'll agree with us that it's worthy of being called a cowboy classic. Listen in, if you will, to the strange tale of a cowboy and ghost riders in the sky. 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-powing through the ragged skies and up the cloudy draw. Yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-yay, ghost riders in the sky. 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. He saw the riders coming hard and heard their mournful cry. Yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-yay, ghost riders in the sky. Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat. They're riding hard to catch the herd, but they ain't caught them yet. They've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky. On horses thwarting fire as they ride on, hear them cry. Yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-yay, ghost riders in the sky. As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name. You want to save your soul from hell a-riding on the range? Then cowboys change your way, today are with us, you will ride. A-trying to catch that devil's herd across the endless skies. Yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-yay, ghost riders in the sky. Ghost riders in the sky.