An old cowboy went ridin' 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 Plowing through the ragged skies And up a cloudy draw. Their brands were still on fire And their hooves was made of steel Their horns was black and shiney And their hot breath you could feel. A bolt of fear went through him As they thundered through the sky Oh, he saw the riders coming hard And he heard their mournful cries. Chorus: Oh, hey, yeah! The ghost riders in the sky! Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, And their shirts all soaked with sweat They're ridin' hard to catch that herd But they ain't caught 'em yet. 'Cause they've got to ride forever In that range up in the sky On horses snortin' fire As they ride hear their cris. 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 Or with us you will ride. And tryin' to catch the Devil's herd Across these endless skies. Chorus: Oh, hey, yeah! The ghost riders in the sky! The ghost riders in the sky! The ghost riders in the sky!