Lyrics: Stan Jones
Music: Stan Jones
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 cows he saw
A ploughin' ragged skies
And up a cloudy draw
Their brands were still on fire
And their hooves was made of steel
Their horns wuz 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 coming hard
And he heard their mournful cry
Yippee yi ay yippee yi ay
Yippee yi o yippee 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
'Cause they've got to ride forever on
That range up in the sky
Ride on horses snortin' fire
As they ride on hear their cry
Yippee yi ay yippee yi ay
Yippee yi o yippee yi o
Ghost riders in the sky
As the riders loped 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 tonight
Or with us you will ride
A trying to catch the devil's herd
Only in the sky
Yippee yi ay yippee yi ay
Yippee yi o yippee yi o
The ghost riders in the sky
The ghost riders in in the sky