Written by Stan Jones
Em G An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day Em G B7 Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way Em When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw C Am Em Aplowin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw G Em C Yip-pie-ya-aye, yip-pie-yi-o Am Em Ghost riders in the sky Em G Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel Em G B7 Their horns wuz black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel; Em A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sk, C Am Em For he saw the riders comin' hard and he heard their mournful cry G Em C Yip-pie-ya-aye, yip-pie-yi-o Am Em Ghost riders in the sky. Em Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred G Their shirts all soaked with sweat Em G B7 They're ridin' hard to catch that herd, but they ain't caught 'em yet Em They've got to ride forever in that range up in the sky, C Am Em Yip-pie-ya-aye, yip-pie-yi-o, ghost riders in the sky Em G As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name Em G B7 "If you want to save your soul from hell a' ridin' on our range Em Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride C Am Em Atryin' to catch the devil's herd across these endless skies. G Em C Yip-pie-ya-aye, yip-pie-yi-o Am Em Ghost riders in the sky C Am G Ghost riders in the sky
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