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] #39; 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
Across these endless skies

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