An old cowpoke went riding 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
Aplowin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw
Yip-pie-ya-aye, yip-pie-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky
Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns wuz black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel;
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sk,
For he saw the riders comin' hard and he heard their mournful cry
Yip-pie-ya-aye, yip-pie-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky.
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
They've got to ride forever in that range up in the sky,
Yip-pie-ya-aye, yip-pie-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' ridin' on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Atryin' to catch the devil's herd across these endless skies.
Yip-pie-ya-aye, yip-pie-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky
