CHORUS:
Yippee-ai-ay, yippee-ai-oh
Ghost riders in the sky
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 bunch of red-eyed cows he saw
Plowin’ through the ragged skies, and up a cloudy draw
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Their brands were still on fire and their hoofs 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 they thundered thru’ the sky
As he saw the riders comin’ hard, and he heard their mournful cry
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Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat
They’re ridin’ hard to catch that herd, but they ain’t caught ’em yet
‘Cause you gotta ride forever on that range up in the sky
On horses snortin’ fire, as they ride on, hear their cry
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As the riders went on by him, he heard one call his name
If you wanna save your soul from ever ridin’ on our range