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
A plowin' through the ragged sky
And up a cloudy draw

Yippie-I-O, yippie-I-Ay
We're ghost riders in the sky

Their hoofs were made of fire
And their horns were made of steel
And as they thundered by him
Their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear swept through him
As he looked up in the sky
He saw the riders commin' hard
And heard their mournful cry

Yippie-I-O, yippie-I-Ay
Ghost riders in the sky

As the riders loped on by him
He heard one call his name
If you wanta to save your soul from
Hell a-ridin' on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today
Or with us you will ride
Tryin' to catch the devil's herd
Across these endless skies
Yippie-I-O, yippie-I-Ay
The ghost riders in the sky
The ghost riders in the sky...