An old cowboy 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
ploughin' thru the ragged skies and up the cloudy trawl
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 thru him as they thundered thru the sky
for he saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry
Yiippiiaoo.....
Ghost riders in the sky
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat
he's ridin' hard to catch that herd, but he ain't caught 'em yet
'cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
on horses snortin' fire, as they ride on hear their cries
As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name
if you wanna 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
Yieppieaohh...Yieppieayeah...
Ghost riders in the sky