Tom Jones - Ghost riders in the sky

^AmAn old cowboy went riding out ^Cone dark and windy day ^AmUpon a ridge he rested as ^Che went along his way ^AmWhen all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw ^FCame rushing through the ragged sky a^Dmnd up the clou^Amdy draw

^AmYippie yi ^Cyaaaaay ^CYippie yi ^AmOhhhhh ^FGhost Riders ^Dmin the s^Amky

^AmTheir brands were still on fire and ^Ctheir hooves were made of steel ^AmTheir horns were black and shiny and^C their hot breath he could feel ^AmA bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky ^Fhe saw the Riders coming hard and he ^Dmheard their mournful ^Amcry

^AmYippie yi ^Cyaaaaay ^CYippie yi ^AmOhhhhh ^FGhost Riders ^Dmin the s^Amky

^AmTheir faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, ^Ctheir shirts all soaked with sweat ^AmHe's riding hard to catch that herd, ^Cbut he ain't caught 'em yet ^Am'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky ^FOn horses snorting fire As they ^Dmride on hear their ^Amcry

^AmYippie yi ^Cyaaaaay ^CYippie yi ^AmOhhhhh ^FGhost Riders ^Dmin the s^Amky [Verse 4]

^AmAs the riders loped on by him he ^Cheard one call his name ^AmIf you want to save your soul from Hell ^Ca-riding on our range ^AmThen cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride ^FTrying to catch the Devil's herd, a^Dmcross these endless s^Amkies

^AmYippie yi ^CYaaaaay ^CYippie yi ^AmOhhhhh ^FGhost Riders ^Dmin the sk^Cy ^FGhost Riders ^Dmin the sk^Cy ^FGhost Riders ^Dmin the sk^Cy