An old cowpoke went riding out one hot and windy day Upon a ridge he rested as he went along this way When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw A-plowin' through the ragged skies, and up the cloudy draw Yipie-i-aye, yipie-i-oh Ghost riders in the sky 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 He saw the riders comin' hard, he heard their mournful cry Yipie-i-aye, yipie-i-oh Ghost riders in the sky Their face were gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat They're riding hard to catch that herd, but they ain't caught him yet They've got to ride forevermore on the range up in the sky On horses snorting fire and as they ride, I hear them cry ♪ Yipie-i-aye, yipie-i-oh Ghost riders in the sky And as the riders loped on by, he heard one call his name "If you want to save your soul from hell a-ridin' on the range Then, cowboy, better change your ways or with us, you will ride Trying to catch the Devil's herd across the endless skies" Yipie-i-aye, yipie-i-oh Ghost riders in the sky