GHOSTRIDERS IN THE SKY
(Stan Jones)
VARIOUS ARTISTS

Yippee-yi-ya, yippee-yi-yo, ghostriders 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
Plowin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw

Yippee-yi-ya, yippee-yi-yo, the ghost herd 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 wnet through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the riders comin' hard and he heard their mournful cry

Yippee-yi-ya, yippee-yi-yo, ghost riders in the sky

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, shirts all soaked with sweat
They're riding hard to catch that herd, but they ain't caught 'em yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
On horses snortin' flamin' fire, as they ride on hear them cry

Yippee-yi-ya, yippee-yi-yo, the ghost riders in the sky

The riders loped on by him and 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
Trying to catch the devil's herd, across these endless skies.

Yippee-yi-ya, yippee-yi-yo, the ghost riders in the sky

 
 
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