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| 1. 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 wa | y, |
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| When all at | once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw, |
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| A pl | owin through the ragged skies, a | nd up the cloudy draw. |
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| Ki-ya | , Yip-i-yi-o, Gho | st | riders in the sky. |
| 2. Their brands were still on fire and their hoofs 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 as he saw the riders comin hard, and he heard their mournful cry. |
| 3. As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name, |
| If you want to save your soul from hell a ridin on the range, |
| Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride, |
| A tryin' to catch the devil's herd, across these endless skies. |
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| G | host riders in the sk | y ··.G | erry L. Watkins |