An old cowboy went ridin’ 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
Plowed 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 you 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
Yipie I oh, yipie I ay, ghost riders in the sky
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred
Their shirts all soaked with sweat
He’s ridin’ hard to catch that herd but he ‘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 them cry
As the riders leaned 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
Tryin’ to catch the devil herd across these endless skies
Yipie I oh, yipie I ay,
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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