An old cowboy 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

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
For he saw the [bad word] hard... and he heard their mournful cry

Yipie i oh, yipie i ay
Ghost riders in the sky

Their face is gaunt their eyes were blurred their shirts all soaked with sweat
He's ridin' hard to catch that herd but he 'aint caught 'em yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever on the range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire... as they ride hard hear them cry

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 cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Tryin' to catch this devils herd... across these endless skies

Yipie i oh, yipie i ay
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky