Stick Shift

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 ploughin' through the ragged skies

And up a cloudy draw

Yippee yi ay

Yippee yi o

The ghost herd in the sky

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves was made of steel

Their horns wuz 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 comin' hard

And he heard their mournful cry

Yippee yi ay

Yippee yi o

Ghost riders in the sky

Their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred and shirts all soaked

With sweat

They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they ain't caught them yet

'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky

On horses snortin' fire

As they ride on

Hear their cry

Yippee yi ay

Yippee yi o

Ghost riders in the sky

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

A try'ng to catch the devil's herd

Across these endless skies

Yippee yi ay

Yippee yi o

The ghost herd in the sky