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| Preparation: | Nothing really needed at all, but we had some action during each chorus with 'chickens' (wearing disposable rubber gloves like swim caps) and a farmer (with a cardboard cut out axe) chasing each other around. Also if someone knows the guitar chords for the original song it adds a lot to have the accompaniment |
| The Tune: (Ghost Riders in the Sky) | |
| Lyrics: | A chicken farmer went out one dark and dreary day, He stopped to sit beside the coup to break along his way, When all at once a rotten egg hit him in the eye, It was a sight he dreaded...Ghost Chickens in the sky. (Chorus) Bawk, bawk bawk bawwwwwkk, Bawk, bawk bawk bawwwwwkk, Ghost Chickens in the sky The farmer had raised chickens since he was twenty-four Been workin' for the Colonel some thirty years or more Raisin' all thise chickens then sending them to fry Now they want revenge... Those chickens in the sky. (Chorus) Their beaks were black and shiny, their eyes a burnin' red, They had no meat or feathers, these chickens all were dead. They picked the farmer up and he died by the claw. They cooked him extra crispy...and ate him with coleslaw. (Chorus - repeat last line) Ghost Riders in the Sky An old cowpoke went rdin' 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-plowing through the ragged sky and up a cloudy draw. Yipppie aye-aaa Yippie aye-ooh Ghost riders 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, their shirts all soaked with sweat. They're riding hard to catch that herd, but they 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 hard hear them cry. Yippie-aye-aaa Yippie-aye-ooh 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-trying to catch the devil's herd across these endless skies." Yippie-aye-aaa Yippie-aye-ooh Ghost riders in the sky. |
Ghost Chickens in the Sky Camping Song 
