Am C An old cowboy went ridin' out one dark and windy day, Am C upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way. Am When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw, F Am plowin' through the ragged skies, and up a cloudy draw. Couplet: Am C Their brands were still on fire, and their hooves were made of steel, Am C their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel. Am A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky, F Am for he saw the riders comin' hard, and he heard their mournful cry. C Am F Am Yipie i-oh, yipie i-ay, ghost riders in the sky. Am C Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat. Am C They're ridin' hard to catch that herd, but they aint caught 'em yet. Am They've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky, F Am on horses snorting fire, as they ride on, hear their cry. C Am F Am Yipie i-oh, yipie i-ay, ghost riders in the sky. Am C As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name, Am
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