![]() If you want to save your soul from Hell a-riding on our range ‘Cause they’ve got to ride forever on that range up in the skyĪs the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name He’s riding hard to catch that herd, but he ain’t caught ‘em yet ![]() Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feelĪ bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the skyįor he saw the Riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he sawĪ-plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day
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