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-eye cows
he saw
Ploughing through
the ragged skies
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 sky
For he saw the
riders coming hard
and he heard
their mortal cry
Yipee yi yo
Yipee yi yey
Ghost riders
in the sky
Their faces were gaunt
Their eyes were blurred
Their shirts all
soaked with sweat
He's riding hard
to catch that herd
but he ain't
caught 'em yet
'Cos they've got to
ride forever on that
range up in the sky
On horses
snorting fire
As they ride on
hear their cry
As the riders loped
on by him he heard
one call his name
If you wanna save
your soul from hell
a riding on our range
Then cowboy change
your ways today or
with us you will ride
Trying to catch the
devil's herd across
these endless skies
Yipee yi yo
Yipee yi yey
Ghost riders
in the sky
Ghost riders
in the sky
Ghost riders
in the sky