An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day.
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along this way.
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw
All plowing through the ragged skies.
And up a cloudy draw.
Yippee-I-Yay...Yippee-I-Yo...
Ghostriders in the sky...
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.
He saw the riders coming hard.
He heared their mournful cry...
Yippee-I-Yay...Yippee-I-Yo...
Ghostriders in the sky...
Their faces dark, their eyes were blue their shirts all soaked with sweat.
He's rinding hard to catch that herd but he ain'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 their cry...
Yippee-I-Yay...Yippee-I-Yo...
Ghostriders in the sky...
And as the riders loped on by him, he 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
Trying to catch the devil's herd
Across the endless skies..."
Yippee-I-Yay...Yippee-I-Yo...
Ghostriders in the sky...
Writer(s): Stanley Jones
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