Ghost Riders In The Sky(Disc8)-Elvis Presley
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
Come rushin' up 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 thundered through the sky
He saw the riders coming hard ...and he heard their mournful cry