Ghost riders!
Ghost riders!

An old cowpoke 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
Oh, plowing through the ragged skies
And up a cloudy draw.

Yippie-I-Yay, Yippie-I-Yo
The ghost herd in the sky.

Their brands were still on fire
And their hooves was made of steel
Their horns was black and shiney
And their hot breath he could feel.

A bolt of fear went through him
As they thundered through the sky
Oh, he saw the riders coming hard
And he heard their mournful cry.

Yippie-I-Yay, Yippie-I-Yo
The ghost riders in the sky.

Their faces dark, their eyes were blue,
And their shirts all soaked with sweat
They're ridin' hard to catch that herd
But they ain't caught 'em yet.

For they've got to ride forever
In that range up in the sky
On horses snortin' fire
As they ride hear their cry.

Yippie-I-Yay, Yippie-I-Yo
The ghost riders in the sky.

The riders loped on by him,
He heard one call his name
"If you want to save your soul from hell,
You're riding on our range.

Then cowboy, change your ways today
Or with us you will ride.
And tryin' to catch the Devil's herd
Across these endless skies."

Yippie-I-Yay, Yippie-I-Yo
The ghost herd in the sky.

The ghost riders in the sky...