An ole cowboy 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 steers he saw

A plowin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw

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

Saw the riders comin' hard,

heard their mournful cry

Yi-pee-yi-ay, Yi-pee-yi-oh

Ghost riders in

Ghost riders in the sky

Yi-pee-yi-ay (yi-pee-yi-ay) yi-pee-yi-oh (yi-pee-yi-oh)

Ghost riders in the sky

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred and shirts all soaked with sweat

Their ridin' hard to catch that herd, but they ain't caught'em yet

For they got to ride forever on that range up in the sky

On horses snorting fire, as they ride on, hear their cry

Yi-pee-yi-ay, Yi-pee-yi-oh

Ghost riders in (Ghost riders in) the sky

Ghost riders in (in the) sky