I am not a Johnny Cash fan but have to admit this song is well done.
Lyrics An old cowboy 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 Plowin' through the ragged skies And up the cloudy draw Their brands were still on fire And their hooves were made of steel Their horns were 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 coming hard And he heard their mournful cry Yippie-yi-o Yippie-yi-yay Ghost riders in the sky Their faces gaunt Their eyes were blurred Their shirts all soaked with sweat He's riding hard to catch that herd But he ain't caught 'em yet 'Cause they've got to ride forever On that range up in the sky On horses snorting fire As they ride on, hear their cry As the riders loped on by him He heard one call his name 'If you wanna save your soul From hell a-riding on our range Then, cowboy, change your ways today Or with us you will ride Trying to catch the devil's herd Across these endless skies Yippie-yi-o Yippie-yi-yay Ghost riders in the sky Ghost riders in the sky Ghost riders in the sky
Same with this Bruce Springsteen Cover. Could care less about the song but appreciate their ability to deliver here.
Hey, little girl, is your daddy home? Did he go away and leave you all alone? I got a bad desire Oh, oh, oh I'm on fire Tell me now, baby, is he good to you? And can he do to you the things that I do? Oh no, I can take you higher Oh, oh, oh I'm on fire Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull And cut a six-inch valley through the middle of my skull At night, I wake up with the sheets soakin' wet And a freight train runnin' through the middle of my head Only you can cool my desire Oh, oh, oh I'm on fire Oh, oh, oh I'm on fire Oh, oh, oh I'm on fire Ooh-ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
I enjoyed seeing and hearing his Father, later in the production, on harmonica.
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While I’m at it, archiving music I come back to again and again, I must post this.
I so often revisit this performance it makes no sense to not archive it here.