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An old cowpoke went out on a 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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Yipppie aye-aaa, yippie   aye-ooh. Ghost herd in the sky.

Their brands were still on fire
and their hooves were made of steel.
Their horns wer black and shining
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 cry.

Yippie-aye-aaa, yippie-aye-ooh.
Ghost riders in the sky.
Their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred
and shirts all soaked with sweat.
They're riding hard to catch that head
but they ain't caught them yet,
'cause they've got to ride forever
on that range up in the sky
On horses snorting as they ride
and hear their awful cry--
Yippie---etc
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,
A-trying to catch the devil's herd
across these endless skies,
Yippie---etc. and end.