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Em G
An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day
Em
Upon a ridge he rested as he went upon his way
Em /E) /E) /E)
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw
C (Am) Em
coming through the ragged sky, and up a cloudy draw
Em G
Their brands were still on fire and their hot breath he could feel
Em
Their horns were black and shiny and their hooves were made of steel
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A bolt of fear went through him as they rumbled through the sky
C (Am) Em
Then he saw the riders coming hard, and he heard their mournful cry
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G Em (D)
Yippe-ai-ay, yippee-ai-oh
C (Am) Em
Ghost riders in the sky
Em G
As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name
Em
If you want to save your soul from hell, a riding on this range
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Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
C (Am) Em
Trying to catch the devil's herd, across these endless skies
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