boy in the tree

an old cowpoke went ridin' out one dark and windy day, upon a ridge he rested as he rode along his way, when all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw, plowing through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw, yipie i ay, yipie i oh, ghost turned in the sky, their horns were black and shiny and their hooks are made of steel, their brands were still on fire and their hot breath he could feel, a bolt of fear shot through him as they thundered through the sky, he saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry, yipie i ay, yipie i oh, ghost riders in the sky, their face is gaunt their eyes were blurred their shirts all soaked with sweat, they're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they ain't caught 'em yet, 'cause they've got to ride forever on the range up in the sky, on horses snorting fire as they ride on hear them cry, yipie i ay, yipie i oh, ghost riders in the sky, as the riders looked on by him he heard one call his name, if you want to save your soul from hell a riding on our range, then cow-boy change your ways today or with us you will ride, tryin' to catch the devils herd, across these endless skies, yipie i ay, yipie i oh, ghost riders in the sky, yipie i ay, yipie i oh, ghost riders in the sky