Stampede

There's just one word I don't want to hear When I heard it called it cost a friend quite dear I can hear it echo as though it were now When I was a chasin' of the long horned cow Stampede they're comin' up to draw Stampede three thousand herd or more Here they come a smokin' fire boys you better earn your hire Stampede and hell to score Now Frank he was my partner he rode point upon my heart We drank and fought and partnered back to back at troubles start We heard the call on evening in the thunder and the black When the lightnin' hit the leaders and the devil led the pack Stampede they're comin' up to draw... Our horses they were handy for we had just rode in We went from drinkin' coffee to thinkin' of our sins There wasn't time for prayin' there was hardly time to cuss It was a smokin' roarin' rattle and the leaders were on us Stampede they're comin' up to draw... Old Frank's foot it missed the stirrup and his hand it missed the horn And as the cattle crossed him from his body life was torn I was mounted and a ridin' when I heard his final yell Said hey Johnny head the wild bunch and do the ladies well Stampede they're comin' up to draw... No I ain't got no partner cause old Frank's done dead and gone But just so he'd be remembered Peter put him in this song Some admire headstones but I think he'd like this best He weren't fancy in his livin' so he ain't fancy in his rest Stampede they're comin' up to draw...