RIDERS ON THE SKYMusic/lyrics-Stan Jones, 1949
An old cowpoke went out on a 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-plowing through the ragged sky and up a cloudy draw. Yipppie aye-aaa, yippie aye-ooh. Ghost herd in the sky. Their brands were still on fire And their hooves were made of steel. Their horns were black and shining 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 coming hard And he heard their mournful cry. Yippie-aye-aaa, yippie-aye-ooh. Ghost riders in the sky. Their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred And shirts all soaked with sweat. They're riding 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 snorting as they ride And hear their awful cry-- Yippie aye-aaa, yippie-eye-ooh Ghost rider 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-trying to catch the devil's herd Across these endless skies, Yippie-aye-aaa Yippie-aye-ooh Ghost riders in the sky RUNNING BEAR by J.P. Richardson On the banks of the river, Stood Running Bear, young Indian brave. On the other side of the river Stood a lovely Indian maid. Little White Dove was her name, Such a lovely sight to see. But their tribes fought with each other, So their love could never be. Chorus: Oh, Running Bear loves Little White Dove With a love big as the sky. Oh, Running Bear loves Little White Dove With a love that'll never die. They couldn't swim the raging river, Because the river was too wide. He couldn't reach his Little White Dove Waiting on the other side. In the moonlight he could see her, Blowing kisses cross the waves. Her little heart was beating faster Waiting for her brave. Chorus Running Bear dived in the water, Little White Dove did the same. As they swam towards each other Through the swirling waves they came. As their hands touched and their lips met, The raging river pulled them down. Now they'll always be together In that happy hunting ground. Actions: Oh: hands in 'O' over head Running: hands pound on knees Bear: make bear claws with hands Loves: hug yourself Little White Dove: make bird with hands Big as the sky: raise arms overhead and open in arc to sides Never dies: shake head and finger River: water motions with hands Indian Brave: 2 fingers as feathers behind head Lovely Maid: hand sliding down hair Sight to see: point to eyes Tribes fought together: hit hands together alternating Never be: head and finger shaking no Dove into the water: hands together like diving motion Swam: swimming motion Eyes met: point to eyes Lips touched: fingers to lips Swirling water pulled them down: make circles like whirlpool with finger Always be together: hug yourself Happy hunting ground: raise arms over head and open in arc to sides STREETS OF LAREDO As I walked out in the Streets of Laredo As I walked out in Laredo one day, I spied a young cowboy, all wrapped in white linen wrapped up in white linen and cold as the clay. I see by your outfit, that you are a cowboy, These words he did say as I slowly walked by. Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story, For I'm shot in the breast, and I'm dying today. Twas once in the saddle I used to go dashing, Twas once in the saddle I used to go gay. First to the dram-house, and then to the card-house, Got shot in the breast, and I'm dying today. Oh, beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly, And play the dead march as you carry me along; Take me to the green valley, there lay the sod o'er me, For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong. Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin, Get six pretty maidens to bear up my pall. Put bunches of roses all over my coffin, Roses to deaden the sods as they fall. Then swing your rope slowly and rattle your spurs lowly, And give a wild whoop as you carry me along; And in the grave throw me and roll the sod o'er me. For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong. Go bring me a cup, a cup of cold water. To cool my parched lips, the cowboy then said. Before I returned, his soul had departed, And gone to the round up - the cowboy was dead. We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly, And bitterly wept as we bore him along. For we all loved our comrade, so brave, young and handsome, We all loved our comrade, although he'd done wrong. Email: scout21@webtv.net
An old cowpoke went out on a 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-plowing through the ragged sky and up a cloudy draw. Yipppie aye-aaa, yippie aye-ooh. Ghost herd in the sky.
Their brands were still on fire And their hooves were made of steel. Their horns were black and shining 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 coming hard And he heard their mournful cry. Yippie-aye-aaa, yippie-aye-ooh. Ghost riders in the sky.
Their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred And shirts all soaked with sweat. They're riding 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 snorting as they ride And hear their awful cry-- Yippie aye-aaa, yippie-eye-ooh Ghost rider 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-trying to catch the devil's herd Across these endless skies,
Yippie-aye-aaa Yippie-aye-ooh Ghost riders in the sky
RUNNING BEAR by J.P. Richardson
On the banks of the river, Stood Running Bear, young Indian brave. On the other side of the river Stood a lovely Indian maid. Little White Dove was her name, Such a lovely sight to see. But their tribes fought with each other, So their love could never be. Chorus: Oh, Running Bear loves Little White Dove With a love big as the sky. Oh, Running Bear loves Little White Dove With a love that'll never die. They couldn't swim the raging river, Because the river was too wide. He couldn't reach his Little White Dove Waiting on the other side. In the moonlight he could see her, Blowing kisses cross the waves. Her little heart was beating faster Waiting for her brave. Chorus Running Bear dived in the water, Little White Dove did the same. As they swam towards each other Through the swirling waves they came. As their hands touched and their lips met, The raging river pulled them down. Now they'll always be together In that happy hunting ground. Actions: Oh: hands in 'O' over head Running: hands pound on knees Bear: make bear claws with hands Loves: hug yourself Little White Dove: make bird with hands Big as the sky: raise arms overhead and open in arc to sides Never dies: shake head and finger River: water motions with hands Indian Brave: 2 fingers as feathers behind head Lovely Maid: hand sliding down hair Sight to see: point to eyes Tribes fought together: hit hands together alternating Never be: head and finger shaking no Dove into the water: hands together like diving motion Swam: swimming motion Eyes met: point to eyes Lips touched: fingers to lips Swirling water pulled them down: make circles like whirlpool with finger Always be together: hug yourself Happy hunting ground: raise arms over head and open in arc to sides STREETS OF LAREDO As I walked out in the Streets of Laredo As I walked out in Laredo one day, I spied a young cowboy, all wrapped in white linen wrapped up in white linen and cold as the clay. I see by your outfit, that you are a cowboy, These words he did say as I slowly walked by. Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story, For I'm shot in the breast, and I'm dying today. Twas once in the saddle I used to go dashing, Twas once in the saddle I used to go gay. First to the dram-house, and then to the card-house, Got shot in the breast, and I'm dying today. Oh, beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly, And play the dead march as you carry me along; Take me to the green valley, there lay the sod o'er me, For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong. Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin, Get six pretty maidens to bear up my pall. Put bunches of roses all over my coffin, Roses to deaden the sods as they fall. Then swing your rope slowly and rattle your spurs lowly, And give a wild whoop as you carry me along; And in the grave throw me and roll the sod o'er me. For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong. Go bring me a cup, a cup of cold water. To cool my parched lips, the cowboy then said. Before I returned, his soul had departed, And gone to the round up - the cowboy was dead. We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly, And bitterly wept as we bore him along. For we all loved our comrade, so brave, young and handsome, We all loved our comrade, although he'd done wrong. Email: scout21@webtv.net
On the banks of the river, Stood Running Bear, young Indian brave. On the other side of the river Stood a lovely Indian maid. Little White Dove was her name, Such a lovely sight to see. But their tribes fought with each other, So their love could never be.
Chorus: Oh, Running Bear loves Little White Dove With a love big as the sky. Oh, Running Bear loves Little White Dove With a love that'll never die.
They couldn't swim the raging river, Because the river was too wide. He couldn't reach his Little White Dove Waiting on the other side. In the moonlight he could see her, Blowing kisses cross the waves. Her little heart was beating faster Waiting for her brave.
Chorus
Running Bear dived in the water, Little White Dove did the same. As they swam towards each other Through the swirling waves they came. As their hands touched and their lips met, The raging river pulled them down. Now they'll always be together In that happy hunting ground.
Actions: Oh: hands in 'O' over head Running: hands pound on knees Bear: make bear claws with hands Loves: hug yourself Little White Dove: make bird with hands Big as the sky: raise arms overhead and open in arc to sides Never dies: shake head and finger River: water motions with hands Indian Brave: 2 fingers as feathers behind head Lovely Maid: hand sliding down hair Sight to see: point to eyes Tribes fought together: hit hands together alternating Never be: head and finger shaking no Dove into the water: hands together like diving motion Swam: swimming motion Eyes met: point to eyes Lips touched: fingers to lips Swirling water pulled them down: make circles like whirlpool with finger Always be together: hug yourself Happy hunting ground: raise arms over head and open in arc to sides
STREETS OF LAREDO
As I walked out in the Streets of Laredo As I walked out in Laredo one day, I spied a young cowboy, all wrapped in white linen wrapped up in white linen and cold as the clay. I see by your outfit, that you are a cowboy, These words he did say as I slowly walked by. Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story, For I'm shot in the breast, and I'm dying today. Twas once in the saddle I used to go dashing, Twas once in the saddle I used to go gay. First to the dram-house, and then to the card-house, Got shot in the breast, and I'm dying today. Oh, beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly, And play the dead march as you carry me along; Take me to the green valley, there lay the sod o'er me, For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong. Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin, Get six pretty maidens to bear up my pall. Put bunches of roses all over my coffin, Roses to deaden the sods as they fall. Then swing your rope slowly and rattle your spurs lowly, And give a wild whoop as you carry me along; And in the grave throw me and roll the sod o'er me. For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong. Go bring me a cup, a cup of cold water. To cool my parched lips, the cowboy then said. Before I returned, his soul had departed, And gone to the round up - the cowboy was dead. We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly, And bitterly wept as we bore him along. For we all loved our comrade, so brave, young and handsome, We all loved our comrade, although he'd done wrong. Email: scout21@webtv.net
As I walked out in the Streets of Laredo As I walked out in Laredo one day, I spied a young cowboy, all wrapped in white linen wrapped up in white linen and cold as the clay.
I see by your outfit, that you are a cowboy, These words he did say as I slowly walked by. Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story, For I'm shot in the breast, and I'm dying today.
Twas once in the saddle I used to go dashing, Twas once in the saddle I used to go gay. First to the dram-house, and then to the card-house, Got shot in the breast, and I'm dying today.
Oh, beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly, And play the dead march as you carry me along; Take me to the green valley, there lay the sod o'er me, For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong.
Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin, Get six pretty maidens to bear up my pall. Put bunches of roses all over my coffin, Roses to deaden the sods as they fall.
Then swing your rope slowly and rattle your spurs lowly, And give a wild whoop as you carry me along; And in the grave throw me and roll the sod o'er me. For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong.
Go bring me a cup, a cup of cold water. To cool my parched lips, the cowboy then said. Before I returned, his soul had departed, And gone to the round up - the cowboy was dead.
We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly, And bitterly wept as we bore him along. For we all loved our comrade, so brave, young and handsome, We all loved our comrade, although he'd done wrong.
