Ghost riders in the sky 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 Plowin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw Ghost riders in the sky 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 For he saw the riders comin' hard and he heard their mournful cry 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-ridin' on our range Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride A-tryin' to catch the Devil's herd across these endless skie Ghost riders in the sky Ghost riders in the sky