Ghost Riders In The Sky

Slim Whitman

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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
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 went through him as they thundered 
through the sky
For he saw the riders comin' hard and he heard their 
mournful cry

Yi-pi-yi-yo (yi-pi-yi-yo), Yi-pi-yi-ay (yi-pi-yi-ay)
Ghost riders in the sky

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

The riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from hell a-ridin' on the 
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

Yi-pi-yi-yo (yi-pi-yi-yo), Yi-pi-yi-ay (yi-pi-yi-ay)
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky