I'll be singing my song today

[Old_Lion]

An ol' boy went riding out one bright and sunny day
Mountain ridges he crested as he went along his way
When all at once a noisy herd of speeding cars he saw
Plowing along the busy highway and up a cloudy draw

Yippy-ya-ho, yippy-ya-hey
Car riders on the way


Their exhausts were on fire and their wheels were made of steel
Their horns were loud and piercing and their hot exhausts he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered on by
For he saw the riders coming hard and he heard their tires cry

Yippy-ya-ho, yippy-ya-hey
Car riders on the way


Their faces tense, their eyes blurred, their palms soaked with sweat
They are riding on their way to work, but they ain't caught me yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever on that highway by and by
Their exhausts snorting fire as they ride and making their tires cry

Yippy-ya-ho, yippy-ya-hey
Motorcycle riders love the sky


As the riders pass me by I often hear them call me not by my name
I say I wanna save my soul from your hell and riding in a cage
This ol' boy ain't changing his ways today because I live to ride
Trying to catch the sun and sky across these endless hills and mountains high

Yippy-ya-ho, yippy-ya-hey
Motorcycle riders love the sky

George

P.S. This is my parody of "Ghost Riders in the Sky"

Melodie LINKY





Peter Nicolai Arbo (Norway 1831-1892)
Title: Åsgårdsreien
Oil on Canvas