Zpěvák, narozený v r. 1940 ve Walesu, vl. jm. Thomas Jones Woodward. Majitel drsného barytonu, se širokým stylovým záběrem (blues, balady, soul, country ...). Původně začínal s rock´n´rollem, dokonce i jako bubeník. V r. 1963 se objevuje ve sk....

Píseň: Riders In The Sky

Interpret:
Tom Jones
Album:
Green, green grass of home
An old cowpoke went ridin' 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
Come rushin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw.


Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost riders in the sky


Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath you could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
He saw the riders coming hard... and he heard their mournful cry


Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost riders in the sky.


Their face is gaunt their eyes were blurred their shirts all soaked with sweat
They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they 'aint caught 'em yet
'cause they've got to ride forever in the range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire as they ride hard hear them cry


Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost riders in the sky.


The riders leaned on by him he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from hell a riding on our range
Then cow-boy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Tryin' to catch this devil herd.... a-cross these endless skies.


Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost riders in the sky.
Ghost riders in the sky.
Ghost riders in the sky.