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 Plowin' through the ragged sky, and up a cloudy draw
Yippie-I-ay, yippie-I-o Ghost riders 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-ay, 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 they must ride forever on that range up in the sky, On horses snorting fire, as they ride on, hear their cry.
Yippie-I-ay, yippie-I-o Ghost riders in the sky
As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name If you wanta to save your soul from hell aridin' 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