An old cowboy 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
coming through the ragged sky, and up a cloudy draw
Their brands were still on fire and their hot breath he could feel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hooves were made of steel
A bolt of fear went through him as they rumbled through the sky
Then he saw the riders coming hard, and he heard their mournful cry
(chorus)
Yippe-ai-ay, yippee-ai-oh
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 this range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Trying to catch the devil's herd, across these endless skies