Chords for The Spooky Men's Chorale sing "Ghost Riders in the Sky" at Towersey village festival.

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_ _ _ [Eb] fire and their hoof made a steam. _
Their haunts of light had shining and their hot breath
he could feel.
A bolt of fear [Ab] went through him as he thundered through the sky.
He saw
the riders coming home _ [F] and he heard their [Cm] march all trundle.
The wind [Eb] picked me I know, picked me I know, [A] picked me I am, [Cm] picked me I am.
[Ab]
Oh, to [F] see the [Cm] sky. _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Their faces gone, their eyes were red, [Eb] their shirts were so smut.
They're [Cm] riding hard to
catch that herd but they [Eb] ain't caught them yet.
Cause they've got to ride forever on
that raindrop in the [Ab] sky.
_ As _ they [Cm] ride on here they're crying.
_ [Eb]
Pick me I know, pick me I know, pick me I am, pick me I [Ab] am.
_ _ Those who're riding in the sky. _ _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ Shut up.
You're a fool.
You're a fool.
You're a fool.
You're a fool. _ _
You're a fool. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ You're a fool. _ _ _ _
You're a fool.
As they all come by and hear the herd one call it's name.
You want to save your soul from
the hell of riding on our range.
Then cowboy change your [G] ways today or with us you will
[Ab] ride _ across _ [Cm] _ _ the sky.
_ _ [Eb] Pick me I know, _ pick me [Ab] I know, pick me I am.
_ Those who're riding in the [Cm]
sky.
_ [Eb] Pick me I know, _ pick me I know, pick me I [Ab] am. _ _ _
_ Those who're riding in the sky.
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