An old cowboy went ridin' out one dark and windy dayUpon a ridge he rested as he went along his wayWhen all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows, he sawPlowed through the ragged skies and up a cloudy drawTheir brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steelTheir horns were black and shiny and their hot breath you could feelA bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the skyFor he saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cryYipie I oh, yipie I ay, ghost riders in the skyTheir face is gaunt, their eyes were blurredTheir shirts all soaked with sweatHe'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 skyOn horses snorting fire as they ride on, hear them cryAs the riders leaned on by him, he heard one call his nameIf you want to save your soul from hell a riding on our rangeThen cowboy change your ways today or with us you will rideTryin' to catch the devil herd across these endless skiesYipie I oh, yipie I ay, Ghost riders in the skyGhost riders in the sky Ghost riders in the sky