Tom: G
Introdução:
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An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day
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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
CHORUS
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Yippe-ai-ay, yippee-ai-oh
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Ghost herd in the sky
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Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
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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
chorus
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Their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred their shirts all soaked with sweet
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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
chorus
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As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name
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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