Gabriel's trumpet blasts the morn'

Saddle up, you led to the leather born

Your graves will yield their sleepin' prey

This is the dawnin' of the judgement day

Saddle up, saddle up, saddle up, saddle up

The list is long, you'll hear their names

Billy the Kid, and old Jessie James

Johnny Ringo, Curly Bill

They're all asleep beneath the Sunbooth Hill

Saddle up, saddle up, saddle up, saddle up

Rise up your faithful ponies wait

Saddle up and ride through the golden gates

The judge will call you one by one

And nary a man is gonna hold a gun

Saddle up, saddle up, saddle up, saddle up

Yeah, he's callin' 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 up, saddle up, saddle up, saddle up

Saddle up, saddle up, saddle up, saddle up

The list is long and you all know

Wild Bill Hickok, Geronimo

Sittin' Bull and ol' Sam Bass

Who now through judgements holds his pass

So hear those trumpets lose your fear

Although you've slept for these 80 years

But you never really ever died

So saddle up, saddle up, saddle up, saddle up, saddle up

And ride (ride)

Saddle up!