Ghost Riders In The Sky

Stan Jones / Johnny Cash: Silver (1979)

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An	old cowboy went ridin' out one	dark and windy day.

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U	pon a ridge he rested as he	went along his way.

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	When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw:

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	Plowin' through the ragged skies, and	up a cloudy draw.

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	Their brands were still on fire and their	hoofs 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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A	bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky;

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For he	saw the riders comin' hard, and he heard their mournful cry:

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Their	faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their	shirts all soaked with sweat.

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He's	ridin' hard to catch that herd, but he	ain't caught 'em yet'.

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'Cause they	got to ride forever on that range up in the sky,

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On	horses snorting fire as they	ride on hear their cry!

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As the	riders loped on by him he	heard one call his name:

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"If you	wanna to save your soul from hell a-	ridin' on our range,

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Then	cowboy change your ways today, or with us you will ride,

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Tryin' to	catch the devil's herd a	cross these endless skies!"