(GHOST) RIDERS IN THE SKY


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
coming through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw

"yippie-yi-aie : yippie-yi-oh!"
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 went through him as they thundered through the sky
for he saw the riders coming hard and heard their mournful cry:

"yippie-yi-aie : yippie-yi-oh!"
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 them yet
cause they've got to ride forever on the range up in the sky
on horses snorting fire as they ride on hear them cry:

"yippie-yi-aie : yippie-yi-oh!"
ghost riders in the sky ...

as the riders rode on by him 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 devils herd across these endless skies"

"yippie-yi-aie : yippie-yi-oh!"
ghost herd in the sky ...
ghost riders in the sky ...

                                    stan jones