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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 rode 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 skies and up a cloudy draw |
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Yipie I ay, yipie I oh |
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Ghost turned in the sky |
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Their horns were black and shiny and their hooks are made of steel |
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Their brands were still on fire and their hot breath he could feel |
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A bolt of fear shot through him as they thundered through the sky |
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He saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry |
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Yipie I ay, yipie I oh |
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Ghost riders in the sky |
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Their face is 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've got to ride forever on the range up in the sky |
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On horses snorting fire as they ride on hear them cry |
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Yipie I ay, yipie I oh |
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Ghost riders in the sky |
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As the riders looked 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 cow-boy change your ways today or with us you will ride |
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Tryin' to catch the Devils herd, across these endless skies |
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Yipie I ay, yipie I oh |
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Ghost riders in the sky |
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Yipie I ay, yipie I oh |
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Ghost riders in the sky |
