Neil Levang Ghost Riders In The Sky | Bgm | Theme

Yippie-I-ay, yippie-I-o Ghost riders in the sky An old cowpoke went ridin' out one dark and windy day (yippie-I-ay) Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty bunch of red eyed cows he saw Plowin' through the ragged skies, and up a cloudy draw Yippie-I-ay, yippie-I-o Ghost riders in the sky Their brands were still on fire and their hoofs were made of steel (yippie-I-ay) 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 commin' hard, and he heard their mournful cry Yippie-I-ay, yippie-I-o Ghost riders in the sky Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat (yippie-I-ay) They're ridin' hard to catch that herd, but they aint caught 'em yet' 'Cause you've gotta ride forever on that range up in the sky On horses snorting fire, as they ride on, hear their cry Yippie-I-ay, yippie-I-o Ghost riders in the sky As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name (yippie-I-ay) If you want to save your soul from ever 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-ay, yippie-I-o Ghost riders in the sky Ghost riders in the sky

An old cowpoke went riding 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 ploughin' through the ragged skies And up a cloudy draw. Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o, The ghost herd in the sky. Their brands were still on fire and their hooves was made of steel, Their horns wuz black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel, A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky, For he saw the riders comin' hard And he heard their mournful cry. Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o, Ghost riders in the sky. Their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred and shirts all soaked With sweat, They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they ain't caught them yet 'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky, On horses snortin' fire As they ride on, hear their cry. Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o, Ghost riders in the sky. As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name, "If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range, Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride A-try'ng to catch the devil's herd Across these endless skies." Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o, The ghost herd in the sky. Ghost riders in the sky.