An old cowpoke went ridin' out one dark and windy dayUpon a ridge he rested as he went along his wayWhen all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he sawA-plowin' through the ragged skies, and up a cloudy drawYippie-I-a, yippie-I-oThe ghost herd in the skyTheir brands were still on fire and their hoofs were made of steelTheir horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feelA bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the skyFor he saw the riders commin' hard, and he heard their mournful cryYippie-I-a, yippie-I-oGhost riders in the skyTheir faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweatThey're ridin' hard to catch that herd, but they aint caught 'em yet''Cause ya gotta ride forever on that range up in the sky,On horses snorting fire, as they ride on, hear their cryYippie-I-a (yippie-I-a), yippie-I-o (yippie-I-o)Ghost riders in the skyAs the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his nameIf you wanna to save your soul from hell or ridin' on our range,Then cowboy change your ways today, or with us you will ride,Tryin' to catch the devil's herd, across these endless skiesYippie-I-a (yippie-I-a), yippie-I-o (yippie-I-o)Ghost riders in the sky
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