An old cowboy 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-plowing
through the ragged skies And
up a cloudy draw
Their brands were still on fire
And their hooves 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 he looked up in the sky For
he saw the riders coming hard And
he heard their mournful cry
Yippie-i-ay, Yippie-i-oh Ghost
riders in the sky
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
Cause they've got to ride forever
On that range up in the sky On
horses snorting fire As they
ride on hear their cry
Yipipe-i-ay, Yippie-i-oh Ghost
riders in the sky
As the riders loped on by him
He heard one call his name
"If you want to save your
soul
from Hell a-riding on our
range Then cowboy change your
ways today Or with us you will
ride trying to catch the Devil's
herd across these endless skies."
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