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-plowing through the ragged sky and up the 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 
bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky 
For he saw the [bad word] hard and he heard their mournful cry

Yippie yi Ohhhhh 
Yippie yi yaaaaay 
Ghost Riders in the sky 

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat
He's riding 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 [bad word] a-riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride 
Trying to catch the Devil's herd, across these endless skies 

Yippie yi Ohhhhh
Yippie yi Yaaaaay

Ghost Riders in the sky
Ghost Riders in the sky 
Ghost Riders in the sky