An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went upon his way
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coming through the ragged sky, and up a cloudy draw
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Yippe-ai-ay, yippee-ai-oh
Ghost herd 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
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Then he saw the riders coming hard, and he heard their mournful cry
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Their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred their shirts all soaked with sweet
Their riding hard to catch that herd but they aint caught them yet
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as horses snorting fire, as they ride on hear their crys
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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
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Trying to catch the devil's herd, across these endless skies