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-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 For he saw the riders commin hard, and he heard their mournful cry Yippie-yi-ohhh, yippie-ya-yaaay Ghost riders in the sky
Posted on: Sun, 04 Jan 2015 17:20:04 +0000