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 sky and up the 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 they thundered through the sky
For he saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cries
I'm always on the run and I hate copy past for god's sake
Yippie I oh
Yippie I oh
Ghost riders in the sky
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred their shirts all soaked with sweat
He's riding hard to catch that herd but he ain't caught them 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
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
Yippie I oh oh oh
Yippie I oh
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky
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