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Two young cowboys went riding out one dark and windy day |
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Upon a ridge they rested as they went up on their way |
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When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed sheep they saw |
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A plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw |
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Yippie yi yay, yippie yi ooh |
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Ghost Riders in the sky |
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Yippie yi yay, yippie yi ooh |
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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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His heart was black and shiny and his 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 his |
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Rider coming hard and he heard his joyful cry |
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Yippie yi yay, yippie yi ooh |
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Ghost Riders in the sky |
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Yippie yi yay, yippie yi ooh |
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Ghost Riders in the sky |
