An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went upon his way (C/E) (A/E) (C/E) When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw (Am) coming through the ragged sky, and up a cloudy draw
Their brands were still on fire and their hot breath he could feel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hooves were made of steel (C/E) (A/E) (C/E) A bolt of fear went through him as they rumbled through the sky (Am) Then he saw the riders coming hard, and he heard their mournful cry
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(D) Yippe-ai-ay, yippee-ai-oh (Am) 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 this range (C/E) (A/E) (C/E) Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride (Am) Trying to catch the devil's herd, across these endless skies