Old Red

Old Red was one of the orniest yet I'd seen at the big rodeo He'd bite you and kick you and stomp out your life, Old Red had never been rode Meaner than sin,wild as the wind That blew on the Montana plains Old Red was one of the last of it's kind And wasn't about to be tamed From Idaho,a young cowboy came To ride at the big rodeo The young cowboy's name was Billy McLean. And Billy had never been thrown The meanest desire filled young Billy's heart To ride this old outlaw called Red He drew him one day and I heard Billy say "I'll ride him or drop over dead" Old Red was waiting down there in the shoot He was kicking and stomping about Billy climbed into the saddle with ease He yelled turn him loose let us out Old Red came out with his head on the ground His back hooves were touching his nose Trying to get rid of the man on his back But the man went wherever he goes Billy was racking Old Red with his spurs From the tail to the tip of his chin He was doing right well,but Billy could tell This outlaw would never give in Old Red headed straight for the fence Suddenly stopping and then He reared on his hind legs and fell on his back Taking poor Billy with him There was a hush from the crowd and they knew That this would be Billies last ride The saddle horn crushed Billies chest when he fell And under Old Red Billy died Old Red lay still,no more did he move The cowboys that seen it could tell In trying to throw Billy off his back Old Red broke his neck when he fell Out in the west,there's a place where they rest This cowboy that's never been thrown Just one foot away resting there neath the clay Is the outlaw that's never been rode