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An old cowpoke went riding 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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Ki-ay, yippee-ai-o!
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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 their mournful cry:
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Ki-ay, yippie-i-o! 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! Ghost riders in the sky.