An old cowpoke 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
a-plowing through the ragged sky and up a cloudy draw.
Yippie i ay Yippie i o!
The ghost herd in the sky
Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel,
their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel.
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky,
Yippie i ay Yippie i o!
Ghost riders in the sky.
Their faces gaunt, theireyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat,
They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they 'aint caught 'em yet,
'cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
"Yippie i ay Yippie i o!"
Ghost riders in the sky.
(Instrumental break)
"If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range,
then, cowboy, change your ways today or with us you will ride.
trying to catch the devil's herd across these endless skies."
"Yippie i ay Yippie i o!"
Ghost riders in the sky.