"(Ghost) Riders In The Sky" lyrics
(originally by Stan Jones)
(from "Twisters" soundtrack)
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
Yippee-yi-yay
Yippee-yi-oh
Ghost riders in the sky
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 cries
As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name
"If you wanna save your soul from Hell or ridin' 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"
Yippee-yi-yay
Yippee-yi-oh
Ghost riders in the sky
Yippee-yi-yay
Yippee-yi-oh
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky
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
Yippee-yi-yay
Yippee-yi-oh
Ghost riders in the sky
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 cries
As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name
"If you wanna save your soul from Hell or ridin' 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"
Yippee-yi-yay
Yippee-yi-oh
Ghost riders in the sky
Yippee-yi-yay
Yippee-yi-oh
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky
