Old Count Polk went riding out on a 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
Flowed into the ragged sky, riding up a cloudy draw
Their brains 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 coming hard and he heard the mournful cry
Yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-yo, yippee-ki-yo
The Ghost Riders in the Sky
Yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-yo, yippee-ki-yo
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked in sweat
They're riding hard to catch that herd but they ain't caught them yet
No, they're gonna ride forever on that range up in the sky
Riding horses snorting fire as they ride on his and cry
Yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-yo, yippee-ki-yo
The Ghost Riders in the Sky
The riders looked on by him, he heard one call his name
If you wanna save your soul from hell to ride not on range
Then come on, change your ways tonight over the sea you can ride
Trying to catch the devil's herd upon these in the sky
Yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki-yo, yippee-ki-yo
The Ghost Riders in the Sky
The Ghost Riders in the Sky
The Ghost Riders in the Sky