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Ghost Riders in the Sky

Independence Day 2024



Ghost Riders in the Sky

by Stan Jones


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

 

Plowin’ through the ragged skies

And up a cloudy draw

 

Yippee-yi-oh, yippee-yi-aie!

 

The ghost herd in the sky


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 him

as they thundered through

the sky

 

For he saw the riders comin’ hard

 

And he heard their mournful cry.

 

Yippee-yi-oh, yippee-yi-aie


Ghost riders in the sky.

 

Their faces gaunt,

their eyes were blurred.

their shirts all soaked

with sweat

 

He’s ridin’ hard to catch

that herd

 

but he ain’t caught them

yet

 

‘Cause they’ve got

to ride forever

on that range up

in the sky


On horses snortin’ fire

 

As they ride on


Hear their cry:

 

Yippee-yi-oh-, yippee-yi-aie

 

Ghost riders in the sky.

 

As the riders loped on by him,

he heard one call his name

 

“If you want to save your soul

from Hell,

a-ridin’ on our range

 

Then cowboy,

change your ways today,

or with us you will ride


Tryin’ to catch the devil’s herd

 

Across these endless skies.”


Yippee-yi-oh, yippee-yi-aie

 

The ghost herd in the sky

 

Ghost riders

 

Ghost riders

 

in the sky . . .

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