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Wiesia Dudkowiak - accordion Przemo Dudkowiak - guitar Ghost Riders in the Sky - Jones Stan An old cowboy went ridin' out one dark and windy day Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows, he saw Plowed through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath you could feel A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky For he saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry Yipie I oh, yipie I ay, ghost riders in the sky Their face is gaunt, their eyes were blurred Their shirts all soaked with sweat He's ridin' hard to catch that herd but he 'ain't caught 'em yet 'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky On horses snorting fire as they ride on, hear them cry As the riders leaned on by him, he heard
