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An old cow polk went ridin' 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 plowin' through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw |
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Yippee-I-Yay |
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Yippee-I-Yo |
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The Ghost |
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Herd in the |
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Sky Their brands were still on fire and thier hoofs 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 comin' hard and he heard their mournful cry |
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Yippee-I-Yay |
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Yippee-I-Yo |
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Ghost Riders in the |
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Sky Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred , their shirts all soaked with sweat |
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Their rindin' hard to catch that heard but they ain't caught em yet |
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Cause they got to ride forever in that range up in the sky |
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On horses snortin' fire... as they ride on hear their cry |
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Yippee-I-Yay |
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Yippee-I-Yo |
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Ghost Riders in the |
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Sky 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 aridin' on our range then cowboy, change your ways today or with us you will ride atryin' to catch the devil's herd across the endless sky' |
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Yippee-I-Yay (Yippee-I-Yay) |
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Yippee-I-Yo (Yippee-I-Yo) |
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Ghost Riders in the |
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Sky |
