An old cowboy 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, Plowing 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 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 comin' hard, And he heared their mournful cry...
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Yippee-I-Yo...Yippee-I-Yay... Ghostriders in the sky...
Their faces dark, their eyes were blue their shirts all soaked with sweat. He's rindin' hard to catch that herd but he ain't caught 'em yet 'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky On horses snortin' fire... As they ride on hear their cry...
As the riders loped on by him,h e heard one call his name 'If you wanna to save your soul from hell, or ridin' on our range Then cowboy, change your ways today, or with us you will ride Tryin' to catch the devil's herd Across these endless skies...'
Yippe-I-Yo...Yippee-I-Yay... Ghostriders in the sky... Ghostriders in the sky... Ghostriders in the sky