Saddle up!
Gabriel's trumpet blasts the morn
Saddle up,
you men through the leather corn
Your grave will yield their sleep and pray
This is the dawning of the
Judgment Day
Saddle up!
The list is long, you'll hear the names
Millie the Kid, and old Jesse James,
Johnny Ringo, Curly Bill
They're all a -sleepin' on
a sun -moved hill
Saddle on, saddle on, saddle on
Rise up your faithful ponies, wait
Saddle up and ride
through the Golden Gate
The judge will call you one by one
And Nary a man is gonna tow the guns
Saddle on, Saddle on,
Saddle on, Saddle on
He's calling those he knows should ride
Just as they lived and just as they died
Some are doomed by the judge's word
To the ghostly riders
and the devil's herd
Saddle on, Saddle on,
Saddle on, Saddle on
The list is long and you all know
Wild Bill Hickok, Geronimo
Settin' boar and old Sam Bass
Who now through judgments
o 'er those pass
Saddle on, Saddle on, Saddle on
So hear that trumpet, lose your fears
Although you've slept
for these eighty years
You've never really, ever died
So Saddle, Saddle, Saddle, Saddle On
And Ride!