About the song
Gene Autry’s “Ghost Riders in the Sky” is a timeless ballad that has captured the imagination of audiences for decades. Released in 1949, the song quickly became a classic of Western music, its haunting melody and evocative lyrics resonating with listeners of all ages.
The song’s narrative unfolds with a sense of impending doom as an old cowboy encounters a terrifying vision. Riding through the night, he witnesses a spectral herd of cattle, their eyes glowing red, their hooves clattering across the sky. The riders who guide this unearthly stampede are shrouded in mystery, their mournful cries echoing through the darkness.
Autry’s vocal delivery is both dramatic and heartfelt, conveying the cowboy’s fear and wonder. His voice, rich and resonant, perfectly suits the song’s somber tone. The instrumental arrangement, featuring a mournful fiddle and a steady rhythm, complements the haunting lyrics and creates a sense of foreboding.
“Ghost Riders in the Sky” has been interpreted in various ways, from a cautionary tale about the dangers of gambling to a symbolic representation of death. However, its enduring appeal lies in its ability to evoke a sense of mystery and the unknown. The song’s timeless themes of fate, mortality, and the supernatural continue to resonate with audiences today, making it a true classic of American music.
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Lyrics
An old cowpoke went riding 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 ploughin’ through the ragged skies
And up a cloudy draw.
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,
The ghost herd in the sky.
Their brands were still on fire and their hooves was made of steel,
Their horns wuz 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-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,
Ghost riders in the sky.
Their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred and shirts all soaked
With sweat,
They’re ridin’ hard to catch that herd but they ain’t caught them yet
‘Cause they’ve got to ride forever on that range up in the sky,
On horses snortin’ fire
As they ride on, hear their cry.
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,
Ghost riders in the sky.
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name,
“If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range,
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
A-try’ng to catch the devil’s herd
Across these endless skies.”
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,
The ghost herd in the sky.
Ghost riders in the sky.