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
    [bad word]  through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw.

    Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
    Ghost riders 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 you could feel
    bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
    He saw the [bad word] hard… and he heard their mournful cry

    Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
    Ghost riders in the sky.

    Their face is 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’ve got to ride forever in the range up in the sky
    On horses snorting fire as they ride hard hear them cry

    Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
    Ghost riders in the sky.

    The riders leaned 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 cow-boy change your ways today or with us you will ride
    Tryin’ to catch this devil herd…. a-cross these endless skies.

    Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
    Ghost riders in the sky.
    Ghost riders in the sky.
    Ghost riders in the sky.