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
A-plowin' through the ragged skies, and up a 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 commin' hard, and he heard their mournful cry
Yippie-yi-ohhh, yippie-ya-yaaay
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 cry
As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from hell a-ridin' 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
Yippie-ya-ohhh (yippie-ya-ohhh), yippie-ya-yaaay (yippie-ya-yaaay)
Ghost riders in the sky
