An old 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 cows he saw
Plowin' 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 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-oh
Ghost riders in the sky

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred
their shirts all soaked with sweat
He's ridin' hard to catch that herd
but he ain't caught 'em yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever
on that range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire, as they ride on, hear their cries
As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name
If you wanna save your soul from Hell or 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-yay
Yippee-yi-oh
Ghost riders in the sky
Yippee-yi-yay
Yippee-yi-oh
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky