Chris LeDoux – Old Red (Guitar)

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Old Red was one of the orneriest yet

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I'd seen at the big rodeo

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He'd bite you and kick you and stomp out your life

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Old Red had never been rode

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Meaner than sin, wild as the wind

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That blew on the Montana plains

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Old Red was one of the last of his breed

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And wasn't about to be tamed

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From Idaho, a young cowboy came

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To ride in the big rodeo

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The young cowboy's name was Billy McClain

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And Billy had never been thrown

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The greatest desire filled young Billy's heart

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To ride this old outlaw called Red

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He drew him one day and I heard Billy say

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"I'll ride him or drop over dead"

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Old Red was wicked down there in the chute

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He was kickin' and stompin' about

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Billy dropped into the saddle with ease

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And said, "Turn him loose let us out"

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Old Red came out with his head on the ground

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His back hooves were touching his nose

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Tryin' to get rid of the man on his back

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But the man went wherever he'd go

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Billy was rakin' old Red with his spurs

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From his tail to the tip of his chin

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He was doin' right well but Billy could tell

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This outlaw would never give in

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Old Red was bucking straight for the fence

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Suddenly stopped in and then

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He reared on his hind legs then fell on his back

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Taking poor Billy with him

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There was a hush in the crowd, for they knew

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This would be Billy's last ride

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The saddle horn crushed Billy's chest when they fell

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And under old Red Billy died

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Old Red lay still no more would he move

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The cowboys that seen it could tell

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In tryin' to throw Billy off of his back

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Old Red broke his neck when he fell

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Out in the west is the place where they rest

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This cowboy that never was thrown

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And one foot away resting there neath the clay

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Is the outlaw that never was rode