An old cowpoke went ridin' out one cold and dreary 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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Went plowin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw
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Yippee yi yay, yippee yi yo, ghost riders 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 he could feel
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A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
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For he saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry
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Yippee yi yay, yippee yi yo, ghost riders the sky
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Their faces red, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat
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They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they ain't caught 'em yet
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Cause they gotta ride forever on that range up in the sky
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On horses snortin' fire, as they ride on, hear their cry
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Yippee yi yay, yippee yi yo, ghost riders in the sky
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The riders went on by him he heard one call his name
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If you wanna save your soul from hell, a ridin' on this range
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Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
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A tryin' to catch the devil's herd across these endless skies
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Yippee yi yay, yippee yi yo, ghost riders in the sky
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Ghost riders in the sky, ghost riders in the sky
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(ghost) Riders In The Sky
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| Chris LeDoux |
