Lyrics to #GhostRidersInTheSky | #Ghost #Ghostly #Ghosts #HolyGhost#GhostImage #GhostOfAChance #GhostWriter #GhostWriting #GhostWritten #GhostTown #GhostStory #GhostWord #GhostInTheMachine (mind as separate from body) #GhostDance (of Native Americans) #GiveUpTheGhost

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Marty Robbins sings "Ghost Riders in the Sky" in a video linked through 'that word' below; but first I want to understand that word better. And I find you understand words better if you look at 'the words at their base' (then going on to look at the words at those words' bases, then the words at those words' bases, etc.-etc. ad infinitum)
The word “Ghost (also in #GhostWord #GhostInTheMachine (mind as separate from body) #GhostDance (of Native Americans) #GiveUpTheGhost)” is built on ancient words that involve notions of Excitement, Amazement, Fear (ancient roots of words that mean Wrath, Horrible, Frightful, Spirit ... with a base sense of Appearance (See), Apparition (to Shine), Returning (from the other world), Back-Comer, Night-Child).

I think it's also modern slang for 'when someone Leaves Without Saying Goodbye &
remains Out-of-Contact for Too-Long. (i.e. #SheGhostedMe! #Ghosting
 #FrequentGhoster)

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The lyrics to the song:
Johnny Cash, DevilDriver

An old cowboy went riding 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
A-plowing through the ragged sky
And up a cloudy draw

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

Yippie-yi-o (yippie-yi-o)
Yippie-yi-yay (yippie-yi-yay)
Ghost riders in the sky

Their faces gaunt
Their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat
He's riding hard to catch that herd but he ain't caught 'em yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire
As they ride on hear their cries

As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
'If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride'
Trying to catch the devil's herd
Across these endless skies

Yippie-yi-o (yippie-yi-o)
Yippie-yi-yay (yippie-yi-yay)
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky

Songwriters: Stan Jones

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