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Yippee-I-aye, yippee-I-o |
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Ghost riders in the sky |
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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 bunch of red eyed cows he saw |
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Plowin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw |
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Yippee-I-aye, yippee-I-o |
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Ghost riders in the sky |
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Brands were still on fire and their hoofs 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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He saw the riders commin' hard and he heard their mournful cry |
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Yippee-I-aye, yippee-I-o |
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Ghost riders in the sky |
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Their faces gaunt, 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 got to ride forever on that range up in the sky |
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On horses snorting fire as they ride on hear their cry |
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Yippee-I-aye, yippee-I-o |
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Ghost riders in the sky |
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As the riders went on by him he heard one call his name |
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If you wanna save your soul from ever ridin' on our range |
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Then cowboy change your way today or with us you will ride |
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Tryin' to catch the Devil's herd across the endless skies |
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Yippee-I-aye, yippee-I-o |
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Ghost riders in the sky |
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Ghost riders in the sky |
