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Lyrics: Ghost Riders in the Sky
(haunting bass guitar)
Gotta pay tribute now to the people who recorded this before me:
1936 was the Sons of the Pioneers;
1947, Vaughn Monroe;
1951, Frankie Lane;
1953, Gene Autry;
1979, we had a number one record on it.
An old cowboy went riding 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 the 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 went through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the riders coming hard
And he heard their mournful cry
Yippie-yi-O
Yippie-yi-Yay
Ghost riders in the sky
(bass solo)
Their faces gaunt
Their eyes were blurred
Their shirts all soaked with sweat
He's riding hard to catch that herd
But he ain't caught 'em yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever
On that range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire
As they ride on, hear their cry
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
'If you wanna save your soul from Hell
A-riding on our range
Then, cowboy, change your ways today
Or with us you will ride
Trying to catch the devil's herd
Across these endless skies
Yippie-yi-O
Yippie-yi-Yay
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky
(call and answer between French horns and piano)
(audience applauding and cheering)
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