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_ _ _ _ _ An old cowboy went riding out
D one dark and windy day.
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Bm Up on a ridge he rested as he went along his way.
_ _ When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he
G saw.
plowing through the ragged sky _ _ and
Em up the
B cloudy draw.
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Bm Their branches fell on
F#m fire
D and their loaves were made of steel.
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Bm 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
F#m skies.
G He saw the riders coming apart _ and he heard
Em them all
B fall quiet.
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E Yippee
D-aye-yay, _ _ _
F#m yippee-aye-oh.
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Ghost riders in
B the sky.
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Their faces gone pale, their eyes blurred, their
D shirts all sopless.
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Bm He's riding hard to catch that herd but he ain't caught yet.
_ _ Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky.
G on horses snorting fire.
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B the _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ riders loathed on
D by him he heard one call his name.
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F#m If
Bm you want to save your soul from hell, riding on our range,.
cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride.
G Trying to catch the devil's herd _ _
Em across these endless
Bm skies.
_ _ _ Yippee
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D-aye-yay, _ _ yippee
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-aye-oh.
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Ghost riders in the
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