An old cowpoke went ridin' out one dark and windy day,
Upon a ridge he resred as he went along his way,
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw,
A-ploughin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw.
Yippy-I-Ay, yippy-I-oh!
A ghost herd in the sky!
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.
O bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky,
For he saw the riders comin' hard , and he heard their mournful cry!
Yippy-I-Ay, yippy-I-oh!
Ghost riders in the sky!
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred and shirts all soaked with sweat,
They're ridin' hard to catch that herd, but they ain't caught them yet!
'Cause they've got to ride for ever on that range up in the sky,
On horses snortin' fire, as they ride on hear them cry;
Yippy-I-Ay, yippy-I-oh!
Ghost riders in the sky!
As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name,
"If you wanna save your soul from hell a-ridin' on this range,
Then cowboy, change your ways today or with us you will ride,
A-tryin' to catch the devil, sir, acroos these endless skies!".
Yippy-I-Ay, yippy-I-oh!
Ghost riders in the sky!
Yippy-I-Ay, yippy-I-oh!