An old cowpoke 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 cows he saw
A-plowin‘ through the ragged skies, and up a cloudy draw
Yippie-i-a, yippie-i-o
The ghost herd in the sky
Their brands were still on fire and their hoofs 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 commin‘ hard, and he heard their mournful cry
Yippie-i-a, yippie-i-o
Ghost riders in the sky
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat
They‘re ridin‘ hard to catch that herd, but they aint caught ‘em yet‘
‘cause ya gotta ride forever on that range up in the sky,
On horses snorting fire, as they ride on, hear their cry.
Yippie-i-a (yippie-i-a), yippie-i-o (yippie-i-o)
Ghost riders in the sky
As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name
If you wanna to save your soul from hell or 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
Yippie-i-a (yippie-i-a), yippie-i-o (yippie-i-o)
Ghost riders in the sky