(Ghost) Riders in the Sky
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An old cowboy 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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Plowed through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw
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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 you 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 their mournful cry
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Yipie I ohhhh, yipie I ayyyy,
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ghost riders in the sky
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Their face is gaunt, their eyes were blurred
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Their shirts all soaked with sweat
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He’s ridin’ hard to catch that herd but he ‘ain’t 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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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 put on mask and
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step back so you will infect no one today
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So if you want to save your soul from hell
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Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
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Tryin’ to catch the devil herd across these endless skies
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Yipie I ohhhh, yipie I ayyyy,
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Masked riders in the sky
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Ghost riders in the sky
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Masked riders in the sky