The Ghostrider

Folks, he's not smiling at you.  And he's not your friend.

"Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat
They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they ain't caught 'em yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever in the range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire, as they ride hear them cry

Black, Unisex Cotton-Poly Crewneck Tee

• 60% combed ringspun cotton, 40% polyester jersey
• Fabric laundered for reduced shrinkage
  
• 1x1 baby rib-knit set-in collar
• Tear-away label