(Stan Jones, 1948)
An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day. Em Upon a ridge he rested as he went upon his way, Em (C/E) (A/E) (C/E) When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw C (Am) Em plowing through the ragged sky and up a cloudy draw. First refrain (optional): Yippie-i-ay, yippie-i-o! ghost herd in the sky Em G Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel; Em Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel! Em (C/E) (A/E) (C/E) A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky, C (Am) Em For he saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry: G Em (D) Yippe-i-ay, yippee-i-o! C (Am) Em Ghost riders in the sky. Em G Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat, Em They're riding hard to catch that herd, but they ain't caught 'em yet. Em C/E A/E C/E They've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky C Am Em With horses snorting fire! As they ride on, hear them cry: refrain Em G As the riders rode on by him, he heard one call his name: Em If you want to save your soul from hell, a-riding on this range, Em (C/E) (A/E) (C/E) Then, cowboy, change your ways today or with us you will ride C (Am) Em Trying to catch the devil's herd across these endless skies.