Old Count Polk went riding out on a dark and windy dayUpon a ridge he rested as he went along his wayWhen all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he sawFlowed into the ragged sky, riding up a cloudy drawTheir brains were still on fire and their hooves were made of steelTheir horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feelA bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the skyHe saw the riders coming hard and he heard the mournful cryYippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-yo, yippee-ki-yoThe Ghost Riders in the SkyYippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-yo, yippee-ki-yoTheir faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked in sweatThey're riding hard to catch that herd but they ain't caught them yetNo, they're gonna ride forever on that range up in the skyRiding horses snorting fire as they ride on his and cryYippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-yo, yippee-ki-yoThe Ghost Riders in the SkyThe riders looked on by him, he heard one call his nameIf you wanna save your soul from hell to ride not on rangeThen come on, change your ways tonight over the sea you can rideTrying to catch the devil's herd upon these in the skyYippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-yo, yippee-ki-yoThe Ghost Riders in the SkyThe Ghost Riders in the SkyThe Ghost Riders in the Sky