An old cowpoke went ridin' out one cold 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

Went 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

For he saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry

Yippee yi yay, yippee yi yo, ghost riders in the sky



Their faces red, 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

Cause they gotta ride forever on that range up in the sky

On horses snortin' fire, as they ride on, hear their cry

Yippee yi yay, yippee yi yo, ghost riders in the sky



The riders loped on by him and he heard one call his name

If you wanna save your soul from hell, a ridin' 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

Yippee yi yay, yippee yi yo, ghost riders in the sky

Ghost riders in the sky, ghost riders in the sky