An old cowboy went ridin' out one dark and windy at bolder ridge he rested as he went along his way when all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw driving 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 cut through him as they thundered through the sky For he saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry
Yipie i oh, Yipie i ay Ghost riders in the sky
As the riders loaped on by him he heard one call his name if you want to save your soul from hell a riding on our range cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride driving with the devils herd a-cross this moonlit sky
Their face was drawn there eyes were blurred their shirts all soaked with sweat He's ridin' hard to catch that herd but he 'aint caught 'em yet 'cause they've all to ride forever on that range up in the sky oh the horses start to shire as they ride on through they cry
Yipie i oh, Yipie i ay Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky
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