Cifras
Riders In The Sky

Tono: G

Introducción:

dificultad
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Em                                                                                      G  
An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day
     Em  
Upon a ridge he rested as he went upon his way
             Em                              (C/E)                      (A/E)                              (C/E)
C                                                                                 Em  
coming through the ragged sky, and up a cloudy draw
CHORUS
                        G                                 Em  
Yippe-ai-ay, yippee-ai-oh
C                                         Em  
Ghost herd in the sky
             Em                                                                                         G  
Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
                Em  
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
     Em                                      (C/E)                                      (A/E)
                     C                                                                                            Em  
Then he saw the riders coming hard,            and he heard their mournful cry
chorus
                     Em                                                                                              G  
Their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred their shirts all soaked with sweet
                     Em  
Their riding hard to catch that herd but they aint caught them yet
          Em                                    (C/E)                                    (A/E)                      (C/E)
                     C                                                                      Em  
as horses snorting fire, as they ride on hear their crys
chorus
                  Em                                                                 G  
As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name
                  Em  
If you want to save your soul from hell, a riding on our range
             Em                                         (C/E)                      (A/E)                              (C/E)
C                                                                                            Em  
Trying to catch the devil's herd,         across these endless skies