Brothers Four - Riders In The Sky - Текст песни

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 sky, 

And up a cloudy draw


Yippie-I-O, yippie-I-Ay

We're ghost riders in the sky


Their hoofs were made of fire 

And their horns were made of steel

And as they thundered by him

Their hot breath he could feel

A bolt of fear swept through him 

As he looked up in the sky

He saw the riders commin' hard, 

And heard their mournful cry


Yippie-I-O, yippie-I-Ay

Ghost riders in the sky


As the riders loped on by him, 

He heard one call his name

If you wanta to save your soul from 

Hell a-ridin' on our range,

Then cowboy change your ways today, 

Or with us you will ride,

Tryin' to catch the devil's herd, 

Across these endless skies


Yippie-I-O, yippie-I-Ay

The ghost riders in the sky

The ghost riders in the sky...