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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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A-plowing through the ragged sky and up the 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 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 the Riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry |
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Yippie yi Ohhhhh |
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Yippie yi yaaaaay |
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Ghost Riders in the sky |
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Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat |
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He's riding 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 |
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As they ride on hear their cry |
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As the riders loped 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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Trying to catch the Devil's herd, across these endless skies |
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Yippie yi Ohhhhh |
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Yippie yi Yaaaaay |
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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 |
