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

A-plowin' through the ragged skies, and up a cloudy draw



Yippie-I-a, yippie-I-o

The ghost herd in the sky



Their brands were still on fire and their hoofs 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-I-a, yippie-I-o

Ghost riders in the sky



Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat

They're ridin' hard to catch that devil's herd, but they aint caught 'em yet'

'Cause ya gotta ride forever on that range up in the sky,

On horses snorting fire, as they ride on, hear their cry.



Yippie-I-a (yippie-I-a), yippie-I-o (yippie-I-o)

Ghost riders in the sky



As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name

If you wanna to save your soul from hell or 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-I-a (yippie-I-a), yippie-I-o (yippie-I-o)

Ghost riders in the sky