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Sunday, January 17, 2010



VERSE # 01:
An old cowpoke
Went riding out
One dark and windy day.
Upon a ridge, he rested
As he rode along his way,
When, all at once,
A mighty herd
Of red eyed cows, he saw,
A ploughing through
The ragged skies,
And up a cloudy draw.

Yippee yi yay!
Yippee yi yo!
Ghost riders in the sky.

VERSE # 02: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
Shot through him
As they tore across
The sky.
He saw the riders coming hard,
And he heard
Their mournful cry.

VERSE # 03:
Their faces gaunt,
Their eyes were glazed,
Their shirts,
All soaked with sweat.
They're riding hard
To catch that herd,
But they ain't caught 'em yet.
'Cause they've got to ride forever
On that range up
In the sky.
On horses breathing fire,
As they ride hard,
Hear them cry.

VERSE # 04:
As the riders loped
On by him,
He could hear one
Call his name.
"If you want to save
Your soul from Hell,
A riding on our range,
Then, Cowboy, mend your ways
Today, or with us,
You must ride,
Trying to catch the Devil's herd
Across this endless sky."

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