Saddle Up
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!
Saddle Up
La trompeta de Gabriel explota la mañana
Ensilla, llevaste al cuero nacido
Tus tumbas cederán a su presa dormida
Este es el amanecer del día del juicio
Ensillar, ensillar, ensillar, ensillar
La lista es larga, escucharás sus nombres
Billy the Kid, y el viejo Jessie James
Johnny Ringo, Bill rizado
Todos están dormidos bajo la colina Sunbooth
Ensillar, ensillar, ensillar, ensillar
Levántate tus fieles ponis, espera
Ensilla y recorre las puertas doradas
El juez te llamará uno por uno
Y nary, un hombre va a sostener un arma
Ensillar, ensillar, ensillar, ensillar
Sí, está llamando a los que sabe que deberían montar
Justo como vivían y justo cuando murieron
Algunos están condenados por la palabra del juez
A los jinetes fantasmales y al rebaño del diablo
Ensillar, ensillar, ensillar, ensillar
Ensillar, ensillar, ensillar, ensillar
La lista es larga y todos saben
Wild Bill Hickok, Gerónimo
Sittin' Bull y el viejo Sam Bass
¿Quién ahora a través de juicios sostiene su pase?
Así que escucha que esas trompetas pierden el miedo
Aunque has dormido durante estos 80 años
Pero nunca has muerto de verdad
Así que ensilla, ensilla, ensilla, ensilla, ensilla
Y montar (montar)
¡Ensilla!