| An old cowboy 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 plowing through the ragged skies
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| And up a cloudy drawl
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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 went through him as
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| They thundered through the sky
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| For he saw the riders coming hard
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| And he heard their mournful cry
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| Yippie-yi-oh (yippie-yi-aie)
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| Yippie-yi-oh (yippie-yi-aie)
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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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| He's riding hard to catch that herd
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| But he ain't caught 'em yet
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| Because they've got to ride forever on
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| That range up in the sky
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| On horses snorting fire
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| As they ride on, hear their cry
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| As the riders loped on by him
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| As he heard one call his name
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| If you want to save your soul from hell
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| From riding on our range
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| Then cowboy change your ways today
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| Or with us you will ride |
| Trying to catch the devil's herd
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| Across these endless skies
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| Yippie-yi-oh (yippie-yi-aie)
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| Yippie-yi-oh (yippie-yi-aie)
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| Ghost riders in the sky
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| Ghost riders in the sky
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| Ghost riders in the sky |