Riders in the Sky --- Stan Jones
The first song I memorised all the way through. Nearly wore out the old 78 rpm record by Vaughn Monroe!
An [Em]old
cow-poke went ridin’ out one [G]dark and
windy day.
Up-[Em]on
a ridge he rested as he [G]went along his
way.
When [C]all
at once a [G]mighty herd of red-eyed cows
he [Em]saw
A-[C]ploughin’
through the [Am]ragged skies, and [C]up
a cloudy [Em]draw
[Em]Yippee-eye-ay
yippee-eye-oh
The [C]ghost herd [Am]in
the [Em]sky.
Their [Em]brands
were still on fire and their [G]hooves
were made of steel.
Their [Em]horns
were black and shiny and their [G]hot
breath he could feel.
A [C]bolt
of fear went [G]through him as they
thundered through the [Em]sky.
For he [C]saw
the riders [Am]comin’ hard, and he [C]heard
their mournful [Em]cry.
[Em]Yippee-eye-ay
yippee-eye-oh
[C]Ghost
riders [Am]in the [Em]sky.
Their [Em]faces
gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their [G]shirts
all soaked with sweat
They’re [Em]ridin’
hard to catch that herd but [G]they ain’t
caught ‘em yet
‘Cause they’ve [C]got
to ride for-[G]ever on that range up in
the [Em]sky
On [C]horses
snortin’ [Am]fire – as they [C]ride
on hear their [Em]cry.
[Em]Yippee-eye-ay
yippee-eye-oh
[C]Ghost
riders [Am]in the [Em]sky.
As the [Em]riders
loped on by him, he [G]heard one call his
name
“If you [Em]want
to save your soul from Hell a-[G]ridin’
on our range”
“Then [C]cowboy
change your [G]ways today, or with us you
will [Em]ride”
“A-[C]tryin’
to catch the [Am]Devil’s herd – a-[C]cross
these endless [Em]skies”
[Em]Yippee-eye-ay
yippee-eye-oh
[C]Ghost
riders [Am]in the [Em]sky.