Ghost Riders In The Sky

GHOST RIDERS IN THE SKY
(Stan Jones)

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-plowing through the ragged sky and up a cloudy draw

Their brands were still on fire and their hoovez were 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 coming hard and he heard their mournful cry

Yippia yee Yippia Yooohh
Ghost Riders in the sky
Yippia yee Yippia Yooohh
Ghost Riders in the sky


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

As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
If you wanna save your soul from Hell a-riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
a-tryin to catch the Devil's herd, across these endless skies

Yippia yee Yippia Yooohh
Ghost Riders in the sky
Yippia yee Yippia Yooohh
Ghost Riders in the sky