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
Plowin' through the raging sky and up a cloudy draw
Their brands were still on fire and their hoofs were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath they could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
He saw the riders comin' hard and he heard their mournful cry
Yi-pi-yi-ay, yi-pi-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts were soaked with sweat
He's ridin' hard to catch that herd but he ain't caught them yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever in that range up in the sky
On horses snortin' fire, as they ride on, hear their cry
Yi-pi-yi-ay, yi-pi-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky
Yi-pi-yi-ay, yi-pi-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky
The riders rode on by him and he heard one call his name.
"If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range,
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Tryin' to catch this devil's herd
Across these endless skies."
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,
Ghost riders in the sky.
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,
Ghost riders in the sky.
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 raging sky and up a cloudy draw
Their brands were still on fire and their hoofs were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath they could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
He saw the riders comin' hard and he heard their mournful cry
Yi-pi-yi-ay, yi-pi-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts were soaked with sweat
He's ridin' hard to catch that herd but he ain't caught them yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever in that range up in the sky
On horses snortin' fire, as they ride on, hear their cry
Yi-pi-yi-ay, yi-pi-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky
Yi-pi-yi-ay, yi-pi-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky
The riders rode on by him and he heard one call his name.
"If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range,
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Tryin' to catch this devil's herd
Across these endless skies."
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,
Ghost riders in the sky.
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,
Ghost riders in the sky.