An old cowboy 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-plowin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o; the 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
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
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o, ghost riders in the sky
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, and shirts all soaked with sweat
They're riding hard to catch that herd, but they ain't caught 'em yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
On horses snortin' fire as they ride on, hear their cry
Yippee-yi-o, yippee-yi-o, ghost riders in the sky
They're ridding hard forever on that range up in the sky
For they've got to catch the devil's herd as they ride on hill and cry
Yippee-yi-yo, yippee-yi, 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-riding on a range
Then cowboy change your ways today, or with us you will ride
A-trying to catch the devil's herd across these endless skies
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o, the ghost riders in the sky