An old cowpoke 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 red eyed cows he saw A-plowing through the ragged sky and up a cloudy draw Their hooves was made of iron and their horns was made of steel Their brands was still on fire and their hot breath he could feel A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky For he saw the Riders comin hard and heard their mournful cry Yippie yi aaaay Yippie yi ohhhh, The Ghost Herd in the sky Their faces gaunt, their eyes was blurred, their shirts was soaked with sweat Theyre ridin hard to catch that herd, but they aint caught em yet Cause theyve got to ride forever on that range up in the sky On horses snorting fire As they ride on hear their cry As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name If you want to save your soul from Hell a-riding on our range Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride Tryin to catch that Devils herd, across these endless skies Yippie yi aaaay Yippie yi ohhhh, The Ghost Riders in the sky The Ghost Riders in the skyyyy!
Posted on: Fri, 28 Nov 2014 09:18:38 +0000
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