Capo 2

An old cowboy went ridin’ out one
dark and windy day,
at bolder ridge he rested as he
went along his way
when all at once a mighty herd of

red eyed cows he saw
driving through the ragged sk—–ies
and up a 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 cut through him as they

thundered through the sky
For he saw the riders coming hard…
and he heard their mournful cry

     Yipie i oh Yipie i ay
     Ghost riders in the sky.

As the riders loaped on by him
he heard on call his name
if you want to save your soul from hell
and riding on our range
cow-boy change your ways today

or with us you will ride.
driving with the devils herd….
a-cross this moonlit sky.

Their face was drawn there eyes were blurred
their shirts all soaked with sweat
He’s ridin’ hard to catch that herd
but he ‘aint caught ’em yet
’cause they’ve all to ride forever

on that range up in the sky
oh the horses start to shi—re
as they ride on through they cry

     Yipie i oh Yipie i ay
     Ghost riders in the sky.

As the riders loaped on by him
he heard on call his name
if you want to save your soul from hell
and riding on our range
cow-boy change your ways today

or with us you will ride.
driving with the devils herd….
a-cross this moonlit sky.

     Yipie i oh Yipie i ay
     Ghost riders in the sky.

Ghost riders in the sky. X 3