An old cowboy went riding 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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Ploughin' through the ranging sky
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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, they 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 comin' hard
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And he heard their mournful cry.
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Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,
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Ghost riders in the sky.
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Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts were soaked
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With sweat.
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He's ridin' hard to catch that herd but he ain't caught them yet
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'Cause they've got to ride forever in that range up in the sky,
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On horses snortin' fire
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As they ride on, hear their cry.
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Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,
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Ghost riders in the sky.
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Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,
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Ghost riders in the sky.
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Te riders loped on by him and 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 this devil's herd
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Across these endless skies."
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Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,
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Ghost riders in the sky.
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Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,
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Ghost riders in the sky.
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Ghost Riders In The Sky
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Concrete Blonde |