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An old cowboy 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 herd of red eyed cows, he saw |
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Plowed through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw |
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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 you 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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Yipie I oh, yipie I ay, ghost riders in the sky |
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Their face is gaunt, their eyes were blurred |
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Their shirts all soaked with sweat |
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He's ridin' hard to catch that herd but he 'ain't caught 'em yet |
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'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky |
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On horses snorting fire as they ride on, hear them cry |
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As the riders leaned on by him, he heard one call his name |
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If you want to save your soul from hell a riding on our range |
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Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride |
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Tryin' to catch the devil herd across these endless skies |
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Yipie I oh, yipie I ay, ghost riders in the sky |
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Ghost riders in the sky, ghost riders in the sky |
