(Ghost) Riders In the Sky (American Outlaws: Live at Nassau Coliseum, 1990) Chords

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An old cowpoke went riding out [F] one dark and windy day.
_ _ _ [Dm] Along a ridge he rested as he went along his way.
From a hall he'd lost a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw.
[Bb] Plowing through the ragged brush _ _ [Gm] and up the [Dm] plow he'd drawn. _ _ _ _ _
Their brains were still on fire and [F] their hooves were made of steel.
_ _ _ [Dm] Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could see. _ _ _
A bolt of fear went through him as he thundered through the [Bb] skies.
For he saw the riders coming hard and [Gm]
he heard their [Dm] mournful cry. _ _ _ _
[F] Yippee-aye-ay, yippee-aye-ay, oh [Dm] yippee-aye-oh, yippee-aye-oh.
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Gm] Those riders in [Dm] the sky.
Reggie Young
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faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, [F] their shirts all soaked with sweat.
_ _ _ _ [Dm] They're riding hard to catch that herd but they ain't caught them yet.
_ Cause they'll have to ride forever on that range up in the sky.
[Bb] On horses snorting fire _ as [Gm] they ride on, hear [Dm] them cry. _ _ _ _ _
As the riders looked on by him [F] he heard one call his name.
_ _ _ [Dm] If you want to save your soul from hell riding on our range. _ _ _
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you [B] will ride.
_ [Bb] Trying to catch the devil's herd _ _
_ [Gm] [Dm] across these endless skies. _ _ _
_ Yippee-aye [F]-ay, _ yippee-aye-ay, oh yippee [Dm]-aye-oh. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ Those [Dm] riders [Gm] in _ [Dm] the sky. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ Those riders [Gm] in _ [Dm] the sky. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] Those riders [Gm] in _ [Dm] the sky. _
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