An old cowpoke went ridin' out one dark and windy day Along a ridge he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw Plowin' through the ragged rush, 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 Yippie-yi-yay (yippie-yi-yay) Oh, yippie-yi-o (yippie-yi-o) Ghost riders in the sky (Reggie Young) Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat They're ridin' hard to catch that herd, but he ain't caught 'em yet 'Cause they'll have to ride forever on that range up in the sky On horses snortin' fire, as they ride on, hear them cry As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name "If you wanna save your soul from Hell, 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-yi-yay (yippie-yi-yay) Yippie-yi-o (yippie-yi-o) Ghost riders in the sky Ghost riders in the sky Ghost riders in the sky