Tom: E
Introdução:
Em
Upon a ridge he rested as he went upon his way,
Em (C/E) (A/E) (C/E)
C Em
plowing through the ragged sky and up a cloudy draw.
Yippie-i-ay, yippie-i-o! 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!
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G Em
Yippe-i-ay, yippee-i-o!
C Em
Ghost riders in the sky.
Em G
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat,
Em
They're riding hard to catch that herd, but they ain't caught 'em yet.
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They've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
refrain
Em
If you want to save your soul from hell, a-riding on this range,
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C Em
Trying to catch the devil's herd across these endless skies.