– – – – – BILL, PLAY THIS IN C
An [Bm] old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy [D] day. [Bm] Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his [D] way. When [Bm] all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he [G] saw [Bm] Plowin’ through the [G] ragged skies, and up the cloudy [Bm] draw
Their [Bm] brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of [D] steel. Their [Bm] horns were black and shiny, and their hot breath he could [D] feel. A [Bm] bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the [G] sky, [Bm] For he saw the riders [G] coming hard, and he heard their mournful [Bm] cry
Yippie-yi-o – – [D] – – Yippie-yi-yay – – [Bm] – – [G] Ghost riders in the [Bm] sky
Their [Bm] faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their [D] shirts all soaked with sweat. He’s [Bm] riding hard to catch that herd, but he ain’t caught ’em [D] yet. ‘Cause [Bm] they’ve got to ride forever on that [G] range up in the [Bm] sky on horses snorting fire as they [G] ride on, hear their [Bm] cry.
Yippie-yi-o – – [D] – – Yippie-yi-yay – – [Bm] – – [G] Ghost riders in the [Bm] sky
As the [Bm] riders loped on by him, he heard one call his [D] name. ‘If you [Bm] wanna save your soul from hell a-riding on our [D] range. Then, [Bm] cowboy, change your ways today, or [G] with us you will ride, [Bm] trying to catch the devil’s herd [G] across these endless [Bm] skies
Yippie-yi-o – – [D] – – Yippie-yi-yay – – [Bm] – – [G] Ghost riders in the [Bm] sky
[G] Ghost riders in the [Bm] sky
[G] Ghost riders in the [Bm] sky
