An old cowpoke went riding 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
A -plowin' through the ragged skies
And up a cloudy draw
Yippee -yi -ay, yippee -yi -oh
The ghost herd in the sky
Their brands were still on fire
and their hooves were made of steel.
Their horn was black and shiny,
and their hot breath he could feel.
A pulse of fear went
through him
as they thundered through the sky,
for he saw the riders coming hard,
and he heard their mournful cry.
Yippee -yi -yay, yippee -yi -yo.
Oh, those flyers in the sky.
They're riding hard to catch that herd,
but they ain't caught them yet.
But they've got to ride forever
on that range up in the sky,
on horses scorched with fire.
As they ride on, hear their cry
Riders looked on by him
and he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from hell
and ride it on our reins
Then cowboy, change your ways,
today or with us you will ride
Trying to catch the devil's herd
Across these endless skies
Yippee -yi -yay,
yippee -yi -yo -o -o -o -o
Ghostbird in the sky
Yippee -yi -yay,
yippee -yi -yo -o -o -o
Ghostbird in the sky
Ah! Siaya! Siyaya!
Siyaya! Siyaya!