An old cowboy went ridin' out one dark and windy day,
at bolder ridge he rested as he went along his way
when all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
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 on call his name
if you want to save your soul from hell a riding on our range
cow-boy 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 shi---re as they ride on through they 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
cow-boy change your ways today or with us you will ride.
driving with the devils herd across this moonlit sky.
Yipie i oh Yipie i ay
Ghost riders in the sky.
Ray From Sussex England.