An old cowpoke 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 draw

Yi-pi-yi-ay, Yi-pi-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were
Made of steel
Their horns wuz black and shiny and their hot breaths
He could feel
A 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

Yi-pi-yi-ay, Yi-pi-yi-o
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
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

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
A-tryin' to catch the Devil's herd across these endless
Skies.

Yi-pi-yi-ay, Yi-pi-yi-o
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sk