[Music & lyrics by Stan Jones, 1949]
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An old cowboy went out on a 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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Plowing through the ragged sky and up a cloudy draw.
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Yippie aye-aaa, yippie aye-ooh.
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Ghost riders in the sky.
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Their brands were still on fire
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and their hooves were made of steel
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Their horns were black and shining
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and their hot breath he could feel
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A bolt of fear went through him
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as they thundered through the sky,
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For he saw the riders coming hard
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and he heard their mournful cry.
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Yippie aye-aaa, yippie aye-ooh.
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Ghost riders in the sky.
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Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred
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and shirts all soaked with sweat
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They're riding hard to catch that head
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but they ain't caught them yet,
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'cause they've got to ride forever
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on that range up in the sky
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On horses snorting as they ride
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and hear their awful cry
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Yippie aye-aaa, yippie aye-ooh.
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Ghost riders in the sky.
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As the riders loped on by him
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he heard one calls his name
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If you want to save your soul
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from hell riding on your range
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Then cowboy change your ways today
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or with us you will ride
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Trying to catch the devil's herd
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across these endless skies
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Yippie aye-aaa, yippie aye-ooh.
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Ghost riders in the sky.
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Riders In The Sky
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Desperados |