An old cowpoke went ridin' out one dark and windy day,
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Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
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When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
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Come rushin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw.
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Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
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Ghost riders in the sky
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Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
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Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath you could feel
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A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
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He saw the riders coming hard... and he heard their mournful cry
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Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
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Ghost riders in the sky.
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Their face is gaunt their eyes were blurred their shirts all soaked
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with sweat
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They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they 'aint caught 'em yet
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'cause they've got to ride forever in the range up in the sky
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On horses snorting fire as they ride hard hear them cry
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Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
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Ghost riders in the sky.
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The riders leaned on by him he heard one call his name
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If you want to save your soul from hell a riding on our range
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Then cow-boy change your ways today or with us you will ride
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Tryin' to catch this devil herd.... a-cross these endless
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skies.
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Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
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Ghost riders in the sky.
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Ghost riders in the sky.
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Ghost riders in the sky.
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Ghosts Riders In The Sky
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Tom Jones |