1. AmAn old cowpoke went riding out, one dark and windy daCy,
AmUpon a ridge he rested as he went along his waCy,
When all at Amonce a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw,
A-plFowin through the ragged skies, anDd up the cloudy draw. Am
2. Their brands were still on fire and their hoofs 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 as he saw the riders comin hard, and he heard their mournful cry.
CHORUS:
C Yip-e-yi-ye, Yip-e-yi-yo GhoAmst Friders in the sky. Dm Am
3. As the riders passed on by him, he heard one call his name,
If you want to save your soul from hell of ridin` on the range,
Then, cowboy, change your ways today or with us you will ride,
A-tryin' to catch the devil's herd, across these endless skies.
4. Their faces gone, their eyes were blured, their shirts all soaked with sweat.
He`s ridin` hard to catch that herd, but he ain`t caught `em yet,
`Cause they`ve got to ride for ever on that range up in the sky,
On horses snortin` fire; as they ride on here they cry.
CHORUS: CYip-e-yi-ye, Yip-e-yi-yo Ghost riders in the skDmyAm
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