Marty Robbins – Cry Stampede (Guitar)

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The night was ablaze with a heavenly fire

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Of lightnin' wind and rain

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And the sound of thunder is spookin' The herd

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and I fear there'll be a stampede

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The cattle are starting to mill around

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Their bellows strike fear in my heart

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I know if the storm lasts very much longer

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There's bound to be a stampede

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Stampede (Stampede!) cry stampede (Cry Stampede)

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The thing that a cowboy fears the most is stampede

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As I sat in the saddle the night's wearing on

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And the storm is lingering still

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The lightning's glare on the restless herd

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Make it seem like a sea's angry swell

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Then all of a sudden a bolt of fire

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Strikes the tree where my pony stands

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As I fall to the ground I can hear the sound

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Of a drover yellin' stampede

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Stampede (Stampede!) cry stampede (Cry Stampede)

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The thing that a cowboy fears the most is stampede

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For a moment I lay in the mud half dazed

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I could hear the herd bearin' down

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And I crawled in a ditch where a tree came to rest

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And I crouched between it and the ground

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It seems like a miracle of God's hand

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It's over and I'm still alive

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And I thank the trail boss up in the sky

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For sparin' me from the stampede

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Stampede (Stampede!) cry stampede (Cry Stampede)

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The thing that a cowboy fears the most is stampede