An

ole'

cow-

poke

went

rid-

in'

out

one

dark

and

win-

dy

day

u-

pon

a

ridge

he

res-

ted

as

he

went

a-

long

his

way

when

all

at

once

a

migh-

ty

herd

of

red

eyed

cows

he

saw

a

plow-

in'

through

the

rag-

ged

sky

and

up

a

clou-

dy

draw

Their

brands

were

still

on

fi-

re

and

their

hoofs

were

made

of

steel

their

horns

were

black

and

shin-

y

and

their

hot

breath

he

could

feel

a

bolt

of

fear

went

through

him

as

they

thun-

dered

through

the

sky

for

he

saw

the

riders

com-

in'

hard

and

heard

their

mourn-

ful

cry

Yip-

pee

yi

aye

Yip-

pee

yi

oh

Ghost

rid-

ers

in

Ghost

rid-

ers

in

the

sky

Yip-

pee

yi

aye

Yip-

pee

yi

oh

Ghost

rid-

ers

in

in

the

sky

Their

fa-

ces

gaunt

their

eyes

were

blurred

an'

shirts

all

soaked

with

sweat

they're

rid-

in'

hard

to

catch

that

herd

but

they

ain't

caught

it

yet

'cause

they

got

to

ride

for-

ev-

er

on

that

range

up

in

the

sky

on

hor-

ses

snort-

in'

fi-

re

as

they

ride

on

hear

their

cry

Yip-

pee

yi

aye

Yip-

pee

yi

oh

Ghost

rid-

ers

in

Ghost

rid-

ers

in

the

sky

Ghost

rid-

ers

in

the

sky