Outlaws
앨범 : Best Of...Green Grass And High Tides

An old cowboy 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-Plowing through the ragged skies
And up the cloudy draw.
Yippie-ja-oh, Yippie-ja-je,
The ghostherd in the sky,
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,
For he saw the riders comin' hard
And he heard their mournful cry:
Yippee-ya-oh,yippee-ya-je,
Ghostriders in the sky
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred,
Their shirts all soaked with sweat,
The're riding hard to catch that herd
But they ain't caught 'em yet,
'cause they've got to ride forever on
That range up in the sky,
Wild horses snortin' flame and fire
As they ride I'll hear them cry
Yippee-ya-oh,Yippee-ya-eh
Ghost riders in the sky
The riders looked on by him and
he heard one call his name,
If you want to save your soul from hell
on ridin' on our range,
Then cowboy change your ways today,
Or with us you will ride.
Trying to catch the devil's herd
Across these endless skies.
Yippee-ya-oh,Yippee-ya-ye
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky