Marty Robbins - Old Red Lyrics
Old Red was one of the orniest yetI'd seen at the big rodeoHe'd bite you and kick you and stomp out your life,Old Red had never been rodeMeaner than sin,wild as the windThat blew on the Montana plainsOld Red was one of the last of it's kindAnd wasn't about to be tamedFrom Idaho,a young cowboy cameTo ride at the big rodeoThe young cowboy's name was Billy McLean.And Billy had never been thrownThe meanest desire filled young Billy's heartTo ride this old outlaw called RedHe 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 shootHe was kicking and stomping aboutBilly climbed into the saddle with easeHe yelled turn him loose let us outOld Red came out with his head on the groundHis back hooves were touching his noseTrying to get rid of the man on his backBut the man went wherever he goesBilly was racking Old Red with his spursFrom the tail to the tip of his chinHe was doing right well,but Billy could tellThis outlaw would never give inOld Red headed straight for the fenceSuddenly stopping and thenHe reared on his hind legs and fell on his backTaking poor Billy with himThere was a hush from the crowd and they knewThat this would be Billies last rideThe saddle horn crushed Billies chest when he fellAnd under Old Red Billy diedOld Red lay still,no more did he moveThe cowboys that seen it could tellIn trying to throw Billy off his backOld Red broke his neck when he fellOut in the west,there's a place where they restThis cowboy that's never been thrownJust one foot away resting there neath the clayIs the outlaw that's never been rode
