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Riders In The Sky - Sons of The Pioneers
An old cowpoke 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-plowin' through the ragged skies
And up a cloudy draw
Yippe-ai-ay yippee-ai-oh
Ghost riders in the sky
Their brands were still on fire
And their hooves 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 rumbled through the sky
Then he saw the riders coming hard
And he heard their mournful cry
Yippe-ai-ay yippee-ai-oh
Ghost riders in the sky
Their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred
Their shirts all soaked with sweat
They're riding hard to catch that herd
But they ain't caught them yet
For they got to ride forever on
That range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire
As they ride on hear their cry
Yippe-ai-ay yippee-ai-oh
Ghost riders in the sky
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
Yippe-ai-ay yippee-ai-oh
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky
Yippee-ai-oh
