Yippie-I-ay, yippie-I-o
Ghost riders in the sky

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
Plowin' through the ragged sky, and up a cloudy draw

Yippie-I-ay, yippie-I-o
Ghost riders 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
bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
for He saw the [bad word] #39; hard, and he heard their mournful cry

Yippie-I-ay, 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 herd, but they aint caught 'em yet'
'Cause they must ride forever on that range up in the sky,
On horses snorting fire, as they ride on, hear their cry.

Yippie-I-ay, yippie-I-o
Ghost riders in the sky

As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name
If you wanta to save your soul from [bad word] aridin' 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-ay, yippie-I-o
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky