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An oldEm cowpoke went riding out one dark aGnd windy day
UpEmon a ridge he rested as he went upon his way
When Emall at once a mC/Eighty herd of A/Ered-eyed cows he C/Esaw
Ccoming through the ragged sAmky, and Emup a cloudy draw
Their Embrands were still on fire and their Ghot breath he could feel
Their Emhorns were black and shiny and their hooves were made of steel
A Embolt of fear went C/Ethrough him as they A/Erumbled through the C/Esky
Then he Csaw the riders coming hard, Am and he Emheard their mournful cry
Yippe-ai-Gay, yippee-ai-Emoh D
CGhost riders Amin the Emsky
As the Emriders loped on by him, he Gheard one call his name
If you Emwant to save your soul from hell, a riding on this range
Then Emcowboy change your C/Eways today or A/Ewith us you will C/Eride
CTrying to catch the devil's herdAm, acEmross these endless skies
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