An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day Up on a ring 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 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 he could feel A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the skies For he saw the riders coming hard And he heard their mournful cry Yippee-aye-oh Yippee-aye-ay Yippee-aye-ay Ghost riders in the sky Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked in sweat He's riding hard to catch that herd but he ain't caught him yet Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky All the horses snorting fire As the rider heard their cry As the riders looked on by him he heard one call his name If you want to save your soul from hell riding on our range Cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride Trying to catch the devil's herd Across these endless skies Yippee-aye-oh Yippee-aye-oh Ghost riders in the sky Ghost riders in the sky Ghost riders in the sky Ghost riders in the sky