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-ploughing through the ragged skies and up the cloudy draw.
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Tye ay, yippie yi oh, (or whatever you want)
Ghost riders in the sky
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 through the sky
For he saw the riders coming 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 riding hard to catch that herd but they ain’t caught ’em yet
For they’ve got to 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 loped on by him, he heard one call his name.
«If you want to save your soul from hell and riding on our range,
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride,
Trying to catch the devil’s heard across these endless skies.
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