An old cowpoke 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 steers he saw A'plowin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel Their horns was black and shiny and their hot breaths he could feel A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky Saw the riders comin' hard and he heard their mournful cry Yi-pi-yi-ay, yi-pi-yi-o Ghost riders in, ghost riders in the sky Yi-pi-yi-ay, yi-pi-yi-o Ghost riders in the sky Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, and shirts all soaked with sweat They're ridin' 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 On horses snortin' fire, as they ride on, hear their cry Yi-pi-yi-ay, yi-pi-yi-o Ghost riders in, ghost riders in the sky Ghost riders in the sky