He saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry
Yippie I Ay, Yippie I Oh 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 'aint caught 'em yet 'Cause they've got to ride forever in the range up in the sky On horses snorting fire as they ride on hear their cry
(OOC: I couldn't resist! XD This is what happens when Danny is drunk, depressed, and musical all at the same time.)