Lyrics:
How 'bout ya show me what kind of cowboy you are?
Are you a Kenny tequila, Buffet margarita
Or an Alan Jackson hurricane?
Are you a good time,
Well it's hard to find a night horse
That one sure-footed right horse
To ride a cowboy safely through the dark
The finest one I ever rode
Was
TV politicians playing cowboys and Indians
Uncle Sam sleeps with his horse, keeps his brain in his hat
With his trigger-happy patter, he'll
yippee-yi-o,
Ghost riders in the sky.
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name,
"If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our
yippee-yi-o,
Ghost riders in the sky.
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name,
"If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our
And were takin' down all the bank
Will have money tonight
Sit by the fire tellin' whiskey fibs
Sippin' off a still in warstoryville
Flip the coin
yippee-yi-o,
Ghost riders in the sky.
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name,
"If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our
You know nothin's gettin' done when talk is all you hear
Like someone revvin' up a truck never put in gear
But you don't see a cowboy run his mouth
yippee-yi-o,
Ghost riders in the sky.
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name,
"If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our
Return good for evil
The cowboy conspiracy
Will find a wicked end
Meeting on the battleground
Under threat of death
Inseminate with hatred
Now
yippee-yi-o,
Ghost riders in the sky.
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name,
"If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our
yippee-yi-o,
Ghost riders in the sky.
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name,
"If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our
yippee-yi-o,
Ghost riders in the sky.
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name,
"If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our
your 2X drugstore cowboy hat|You got a long long way to go to be an outlaw I know your show by heart let me tell you hoss|You can play that black hat
of sight
When I looked up he was bringing back a calf
Put that calf by his momma's sidei
Go put that calf right by his momma's side
Well he'd been gone all
that stupid shit
Rollin' in my deuce deuce 5
convertible top down so I can see the honeys passin' me by
it's a beautiful day in my neighborhood
but 5
Fake mc's get damaged by cowboys and bandit's
Sharp lyrics cut deep wounds
These niggas need bandages
They can't handle this
Heru relentless pressure
I won't like to, be by your side
'Cause you act like
you're sorry you lied
And I've found out, we are not
You won't get that
I tried a lot
I can't
Write a long letter to you
From a tree-lined avenue
And send it by the federal mail
Make enough coffee for two
Check for spelling mistakes when
She tried to hide it by the faded denim clothes she wore
But I knew she'd never been inside a bar before
I felt just like a peasant, who just had
only knew her by first name
She had a deep down southern accent
But spoke California slang
She wore shorts too short
A shirt too tight
I lost
score
Workin' for the bad guys
Cowboy number one, a born again poor man's son
Workin' for the bad guys
When two tribes go to war
A point is all
to your house by me is over
[Chorus]
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
When the pumps come out, ya'll
I did it again, Jesus is crying
There's tears in the grass, blood on the hills
The cocaine cowboys riding for their thrills
I'm rollin' hard down
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