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An old 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-plowing through the ragged skies
And up a cloudy draw
Yippee-yi-ya, yippee-yi-yo
A 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 hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him
As he looked up in the sky
For he saw the riders coming hard
And he heard their mournful cry
Yippee-yi-ya, yippee-yi-yo
Ghost riders in the sky
Their faces 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
Cause they"ve got to ride forever on
That range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire
As they ride on hear their cry
Yippee-yi-ya, yippee-yi-yo
Ghost riders in the sky
As the riders loped on by him
He heard one call his name
"If you want to save your soul from Hell
a-riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today
Or with us you will ride
trying to catch the Devil"s herd
across these endless skies."
Yippee-yi-ya, yippee-yi-yo
Ghost riders in the sky
   
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