An old cowboy went riding outOne dark and windy dayUpon a ridge he restedAs he went along his wayWhen all at once a mighty herdOf red eyed cows he sawPlowin' through the ragged skiesAnd up the cloudy drawTheir brands were still on fireAnd their hooves were made of steelTheir horns were black and shinyAnd their hot breath he could feelA bolt of fear went through himAs they thundered through the skyFor he saw the riders coming hardAnd he heard their mournful cryYippie-yi-oYippie-yi-yayGhost riders in the skyTheir faces gauntTheir eyes were blurredTheir shirts all soaked with sweatHe's riding hard to catch that herdBut he ain't caught 'em yet'Cause they've got to ride foreverOn that range up in the skyOn horses snorting fireAs they ride on, hear their cryAs the riders loped on by himHe heard one call his name'If you wanna save your soulFrom hell a-riding on our rangeThen, cowboy, change your ways todayOr with us you will rideTrying to catch the devil's herdAcross these endless skiesYippie-yi-oYippie-yi-yayGhost riders in the skyGhost riders in the skyGhost riders in the sky
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Johnny Cash (nacido como J. R. Cash, Kingsland, Arkansas, 26 de febrero de 1932-Nashville, 12 de septiembre de 2003) fue un cantante, compositor, músico y actor estadounidense. Considerado como uno de los músicos más influyentes del siglo XX. Considerado «el…
