An old cowpoke went ridin' 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 A plowin' through the ragged skies and up a 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 He saw the riders coming hard... and he heard their mournful cry
Yipie i ay Yipie i oh Ghost riders in the sky.
Their face is gaunt their eyes were blurred their shirts all soaked with sweat They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they 'aint caught 'em yet 'cause they've got to ride forever in the range up in the sky On horses snorting fire as they ride hard hear them cry
Yipie i ay Yipie i oh Ghost riders in the sky.
Yipie i ay Yipie i oh Ghost riders in the sky.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
