An old cow-poke went riding out one dark and lonely 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 plowin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw.
Yippie I Aaay, Yippie I Oooh, Ghost Riders in the Sky'¦y.
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,
He saw the riders coming hard'¦ and he heard their mournful cry.
Yippie I Aaay, Yippie I Oooh, Ghost Riders in the Sky'¦y.
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 range,
Then cowboy change your ways today, or with us you will ride,
Tryin' to catch the devil's herd, across these endless skies.
Yippie I Aaay, Yippie I Oooh, Ghost Riders in the Sky'¦y.
The faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat,
They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they 'ain caught 'em yet,
'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky,
On horses snorting fire as they ride on hear them cry.
Yippie I Aaay, Yippie I Oooh, Ghost Riders in the Sky'¦y.