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!