An old cowpoke went riding out
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One dark and windy day,
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Upon a ridge he rested as
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He went along his way,
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When all at once a mighty herd
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Of red eyed cows he saw,
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A-plowin' through the ragged skies
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And up a cloudy draw.
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Yippee-yi-ya, yippee-yi-yo,
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Ghost herd in the sky.
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Their brands were still on fire and
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Their hooves were made of steel,
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Their horns were black and shiny and
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Their hot breath he could feel,
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A bolt of fear shot through him as
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He looked up in the sky,
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For he saw the riders comin' hard
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And he heard their mournful cry:
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Yippee-yi-ya, yippee-yi-yo,
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Ghost riders in the sky
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Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred,
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Their shirts all soaked with sweat,
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They're riding hard to catch that herd,
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But they ain't caught 'em yet,
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'cause they've got to ride forever on
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That range up in the sky,
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On horses snortin' fire, as
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They ride on hear their cry:
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Yippee-yi-ya, yippee-yi-yo,
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Ghost riders in the sky.
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The cowpokes loped on past him and
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He heard one call his name,
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If you want to save your soul from hell
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A-riding on our 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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A-trying to catch the devil's herd
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Across these endless skies.
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Yippee-yi-ya, yippee-yi-yo,
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Ghost riders in the sky.
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(Ghost) Riders In The Sky
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