| lyric | An old cow poke 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 redeyed cows he saw
a plooughin’ through the ragged skies
and up the cloudy draw.
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 went through ’im
as they thundered through the sky,
for he saw the riders comin’ hard
as he heard their mournful cry.
Yipiyip, yipiyiay.
Ghost riders in the sky.
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred
and shirts all soaked with sweat.
They’re ridin’ hard to catch that herd,
but they ain’t caught ’em yet.
’Cause tehy’ve got to ride forever
on that range up in the sky
on horses snortin’ fire.
As they ride on hear their cry:
Yipiyio, yipiyiay.Ghost riders in the sky. |