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An old cowboy went riding out
     C 
one dark and windy day 
Am 
Upon 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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A-plowing through the ragged sky
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and up the cloudy draw
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Their brands were still on fire and their
 C 
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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A bolt of fear went through him 

as they thundered through the sky 
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For he saw the Riders coming hard 
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and he heard their mournful cry
[Refrain]
Am        C 
Yippie yi Ohhhhh 
C         Am 
Yippie yi yaaaaay 
F            Dm      Am 
Ghost Riders in the sky
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Am Am C C C C 
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Am                                          
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred,
      C 
their shirts all soaked with sweat 
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He's riding hard to catch that herd, 

but he ain't caught 'em yet 
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'Cause they've got to ride forever

on that range up in the sky 
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On horses snorting fire 
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As they ride on hear their cry
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As the riders loped on by him  
    C 
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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Then cowboy change your ways today 

or with us you will ride 
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Trying to catch the Devil's herd, 
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across these endless skies
[Refrain]
Am        C 
Yippie yi Ohhhhh 
C         Am 
Yippie yi Yaaaaay  
F            Dm     Am 
Ghost Riders in the sky 
F            Dm     Am 
Ghost Riders in the sky 
F            Dm     Am 
Ghost Riders in the sky