An old cowboy went ridin' out

On a 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,

Plowing through the ragged skies

And up the cloudy draw.

Their brands were still on fire and

Their hooves were made of steel,

Their horns were black and shining and

Their hot breath he could feel,

A bolt of fear went through him as

They thundered through the sky,

For he saw the riders coming hard

And he heard their mournful cry:

Yippee-yi-yo, yippee-yi-ya,

Ghost riders in the sky

Their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred

Their shirts all soaked with sweat,

They're riding hard to catch that herd

But they ain't caught 'em yet,

'cause they've got to ride forever on

That range up in the sky,

On horses snortin' fire

As they ride on hear their cry:

As the riders loped on by him

He heard one call his name,

If you want to save your soul from hell

Ridin' 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.

Yippee-yi-yo, yippee-yi-ya,

Ghost riders in the sky