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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



‘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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