Lyrics
Verse 1 (8 lines) Storm clouds rising where the high plains lie, Wind starts howlin’ like a mournful cry. Banjo trembling with a restless beat, Dust swirling wild around my weary feet. I heard the old tale from a drifter’s tongue— Riders in the thunder where the night’s begun. Fiddle starts a-whisperin’, sharp and low, “Son, don’t follow where the dead men go.” Chorus Riders through the thunder, blazing by, Shadows of the damned in a burning sky. If you hear that rumble rolling cold and clear— Turn your horse around, boy, don’t ride toward fear. Verse 2 (8 lines) Lightning broke open like a fiery door, Hooves on the heavens shook the valley floor. Ghost-eyed horses with a smoke trail bright, Cowboys chasing doom through the endless night. Mandolin chopping like a heartbeat fast, Telling me the living shouldn’t chase the past. Voices in the wind cried a warning sign— “Stray from the path and your soul ain’t fine.” Bridge If you ever see flames in the storm-torn sky, Pray for the lost ones still riding by. Final Chorus Riders through the thunder, blazing by, Shadows of the damned in a burning sky. If you hear that rumble rolling cold and clear— Turn your horse around, boy, don’t ride toward fear.
