An old cowpoke 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 Plowing through the ragged sky and up a cloud of dogs E-B-I-A, E-B-I-O Ghost riders in the sky Their glands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky And he heard the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry E-B-I-A, E-B-I-O Ghost riders in the sky Their eyes were gaunt, their faces blurred, their shirts all streaks of sweat They're riding hard to catch that herd but they ain't caught him 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 E-B-I-A, E-B-I-O Ghost riders in the sky As the riders looked on by him he heard one call his name If you want to save your soul from hell or riding on our range Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride To try and catch that devil's herd across these endless skies E-B-I-A, E-B-I-O Ghost riders in the sky Ghost riders in the sky Ghost riders in the sky