An old cowpoke went ridin' out one dark and windy day Upon a ridge he rested as he rode along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw Plowing through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw
Yipie I ay, yipie I oh Ghost turned in the sky
Their horns were black and shiny and their hooks are made of steel Their brands were still on fire and their hot breath he could feel A bolt of fear shot through him as they thundered through the sky He saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry
Yipie I ay, yipie I oh Ghost riders in the sky
Their face is gaunt their eyes were blurred their shirts all soaked with sweat They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they ain't caught 'em 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
Yipie I ay, yipie I oh Ghost riders in the sky
As the riders looked on by him he heard one call his name If you want to save your soul from hell a riding on our range Then cow-boy change your ways today or with us you will ride Tryin' to catch the Devils herd, across these endless skies
Yipie I ay, yipie I oh Ghost riders in the sky Yipie I ay, yipie I oh Ghost riders in the sky
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