An old cow poke 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 skies and up a cloudy draw Yippee-i-ay yippee-i-o The ghost herd in the sky As the riders looped on by him he heard one call his name If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on the 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 Yippee-i-a yippee-i-o The ghost herd in the sky The ghost herd in the sky Yippee-i-o The ghost riders in the sky
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