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An old cowpoke went ridin' out |
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One dark and windy day |
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Upon a ridge he rested |
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As 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 plowin' through the ragged sky, |
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And up a cloudy draw |
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Yippie-I-O, yippie-I-Ay |
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We're ghost riders in the sky |
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Their hoofs were made of fire |
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And their horns were made of steel |
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And as they thundered by him |
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Their hot breath he could feel |
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A bolt of fear swept through him |
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As he looked up in the sky |
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He saw the riders commin' hard, |
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And heard their mournful cry |
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Yippie-I-O, yippie-I-Ay |
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Ghost riders in the sky |
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As the riders loped on by him, |
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He heard one call his name |
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If you wanta to save your soul from |
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Hell a-ridin' on our range, |
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Then cowboy change your ways today, |
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Or with us you will ride, |
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Tryin' to catch the devil's herd, |
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Across these endless skies |
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Yippie-I-O, yippie-I-Ay |
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The ghost riders in the sky |
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The ghost riders in the sky... |
