Ghost Riders In The Aky
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A lone cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day,
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way,
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw,
A-plowin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw.
Yippee-yi-yo, yippee-yi, ghost herd in the sky.
Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel,
Their horns were black and shiny and their hots breath he could feel,
A bolt of fear shot through him as he looked up in the sky,
for he saw the riders comin' hard and he heard their mournful cry.
Yippee-yi-yo, yippee-yi, ghost riders in the sky.
Their faces were gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all
soaked with sweat,
They're riding hard to catch that herd, but they ain't caught 'em yet,
They're ridding hard forever on that range up in the sky,
for they've got to catch the devil's herd as they ride on hill and cry.
Yippee-yi-yo, yippee-yi, ghost riders in the sky.
The cowpokes rode on past him and he heard one call his name,
If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on a range,
Then cowboy change your ways today, or with us you will ride,
A-trying to catch the devil's herd across these endless skies.
Yippee-yi-yo, yippee-yi, the ghost riders in the sky
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