Ghost Riders In The Sky

	  		

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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.