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An old cowpoke went ridin' 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 a cloudy draw.
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Yippie i ay Yippie i o!
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The ghost herd in the sky
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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 this mournful cry:
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Yippie i ay Yippie i o!
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Ghost riders in the sky.
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Their faces gaunt, theireyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat,
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They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they 'aint 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. As they ride on, hear them cry:
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"Yippie i ay Yippie i o!"
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Ghost riders in the sky.
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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 i ay Yippie i o!"
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Ghost riders in the sky.