GHOST RIDERS IN THE SKY
Stan Jones, 1948
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[Am]Yi_pi_yi_[C]ay, Yi_pi_yi_[Am]o
[Am]An old cowpoke went riding out one [C]dark and windy day
[Am]Upon a ridge he rested as he [C]went along his [E7]way [E7]
When [Am]all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw
A'[F]plowin' through the ragged skies [Dm]…
and [Am]up a cloudy draw [Am]
[Am]Yi_pi_yi_[C]ay, Yi_pi_yi_[Am]o
[F]Ghost riders [Dm]in the [Am]sky
[Am]Their brands were still on fire
and their [C]hooves were made of steel
[Am]Their horns were black and shiny
and their [C]hot breath he could [E7]feel [E7]
A [Am]bolt of fear went through him
as they thundered through the sky
For he [F]saw the riders comin' hard [Dm]…
and he [Am]heard their mournful cry [Am]
[Am]Yi_pi_yi_[C]ay, Yi_pi_yi_[Am]o
[F]Ghost riders [Dm]in the [Am]sky
[Am]Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred,
and [C]shirts all soaked with sweat
[Am]They're ridin' hard to catch that herd
but [C]they ain't caught them [E7]yet [E7]
They've [Am]got to ride forever in that range up in the sky
On [F]horses snortin' fire, [Dm]…
as they [Am]ride on, hear their cry [Am]
[Am]Yi_pi_yi_[C]ay, Yi_pi_yi_[Am]o
[F]Ghost riders [Dm]in the [Am]sky
[Am]As the riders loped on by him,
he [C]heard one call his name
[Am]"If you want to save your soul from hell
a'[C]ridin' on our [E7]range [E7]
Then [Am]cowboy change your ways today
or with us you will ride,
A-[F]tryin' to catch the Devil's herd [Dm]…
a-[Am]cross these endless skies." [Am]
[Am]Yi_pi_yi_[C]ay, Yi_pi_yi_[Am]o
[F]Ghost riders [Dm]in the [Am]sky
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