An old cowboy went riding 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 plowing through the ragged skies
And up a cloudy drawl

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

Yippie-yi-oh (yippie-yi-aie)
Yippie-yi-oh (yippie-yi-aie)
Ghost riders in the sky

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred
Their shirts all soaked with sweat
He's riding hard to catch that herd
But he ain't caught 'em yet
Because they've got to ride forever on
That range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire
As they ride on, hear their cry

As the riders loped on by him
As he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from hell
From riding 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

Yippie-yi-oh (yippie-yi-aie)
Yippie-yi-oh (yippie-yi-aie)
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky