Ghost riders!
Ghost riders!
An old cowpoke went ridin’ 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.
Oh, plowing through the ragged skies.
And up a cloudy draw.
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Yippie-I-Yay…Yippie-I-Yo…
The ghost herd in the sky…
Their brands were still on fire
And their hooves was made of steel
Their horns was black and shiney
And their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him
As they thundered through the sky.
Oh, he saw the riders coming hard
And he heard their mournful cry.
Chorus:
Yippie-I-Yay…Yippie-I-Yo…
The ghost riders in the sky…
Their faces dark, their eyes were blue,and their shirts all soaked with sweat.
They’re ridin’ hard to catch that herd but they ain’t caught ’em yet
For they’ve got to ride forever in that range up in the sky
On horses snortin’ fire.
As they ride hear their cry.
Chorus:
Yippie-I-Yay…Yippie-I-Yo…
The ghost riders in the sky…
The riders loped on by him,
He heard one call his name
«If you want to save your soul from hell, you’re riding on our range
Then cowboy, change your ways today or with us you will ride.
And tryin’ to catch the Devil’s herd
Across these endless skies.»
Chorus:
Yippie-I-Yay…Yippie-I-Yo…
The ghost herd in the sky…
The ghost riders in the sky…