Ghost riders 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,

A-plowin’ through 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 shot through him as

He looked up in 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,

Their shirts all soaked with sweat,

He’s riding hard to catch that herd,

But he ain’t caught ’em yet,

’cause they’ve got to ride forever on

That range up in the sky,

On horses snortin’ fire, as

They ride on hear their cry:

The cowpokes loped on past 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,

A-trying to catch the devil’s herd

Across these endless skies.

Yippee-yi-ya, yippee-yi-yo,

Ghost riders in the sky

Ghost riders in the sky

Ghost riders in the sky

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