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
A-plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw

Yippee-aye
Yippee-ay-oh
Ghost riders in the sky

Their brands are made of fire and their shirts are soaked in sweat
They're riding hard to catch that herd but they ain't caught them yet
They've got to ride forever in that range up in the sky
Trying to catch the devil's herd
Across these evil skies

Yippee-aye
Yippee-ay-oh
Ghost riders in the sky

Yippee-aye
Yippee-ay-oh
Ghost riders in the sky

And as they rode on by him, he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range
Then, cowboy, change your ways or with us you will ride
Trying to catch the devil's herd
Across these evil skies

Yippee-aye
Yippee-ay-oh
Ghost riders in the sky

Yippee-aye
Yippee-ay-oh
Ghost riders in the sky

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
A-plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw

Yippee-aye
Yippee-ay-oh
Ghost riders in the sky

And as they rode on by him, he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range
Then, cowboy, change your ways or with us you will ride
Trying to catch the devil's herd
Across these evil skies

Yippee-aye
Yippee-ay-oh
Ghost riders in the sky

Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky