1. An |old cowpoke went |riding out one |dark and windy |day_|_|_,

2. Their |brands were still on |fire and their |hooves wuz made of |steel_|_|_,

3. Their |faces gaunt, their |eyes were blurred and |shirts all soaked with |sweat_|_|_,

4. As the |riders loped on |by him he |heard one call his |name_|_|_:

Up|on a ridge he |rested as he |went along his |way_|_|_.

Their |horns wuz black and |shiny and their |hot breath he could |feel_|_|_.

They're |ridin' hard to |catch that herd but |they ain't caught then |yet_|_|_.

"If you |want to save your |soul from hell a|ridin' on our range_|_|_,

When |all at once a |mighty herd of |red-eyed cows he |saw

A |bolt of fear went |through him as they |thundered thru the |sky,

'Cause they've |got to ride for|ever on that |range up in the |sky

Then |cowboy change your |ways today or |with us you will |ride

A|ploughin' thru the |ragged skies_|_|_ and |up a cloudy |draw_|_|_.

For he |saw the riders |comin' hard_|_|_ and he |heard their mournful |cry_|_|_.

On |horses snortin' fire_|_|_, as they |ride on, hear their |cry_|_|_.

A|try'n to catch the devil's herd_|_|_ a|cross these endless |skies_|_|_.

|Yipiyi|ay_|_|_, |yipiyi|o_|_|_

The |ghost |herd |in_|_ the |sky_|_|_|_.

|Ghost |riders |in_|_ the |sky_|_|_|_.

|Ghost |riders |in_|_ the |sky_|_|_|_.

|Ghost |riders |in_|_ the |sky_|_|_|_.