Marty Robbins
Marty Robbins - Old Red lyrics
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Old Red was one of the onriest 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 his kind And wasn't about to be tamed. From Idaho a young cowboy came To ride in the big rodeo The young cowboy's name was Billy McLain And Billy had never been thrown. The greatest 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 wicked down there in the shoot He was kickin' and stompin' about Billy climbed into the saddle with ease Then yelled, ''Turn 'em loose, let us out.'' Old Red came out with his head on the ground His back hooves were touchin' his nose Tryin' to get rid of the man on his back But the man went wherever he'd go. Billy was rackin' Old Red with his spurs From the tail to the tip of his chin He was doin' right well, but Billy could tell This outlaw would never give in. Old Red was runnin' straight for the fence Suddenly stoppin' and then He reared on his hind legs, then fell on his back Takin' poor Billy with him. There was a hush in the crowd and they knew This would be Billy's last ride The saddle horn crushed Billy's chest when they fell And under Old Red, Billy died. Old Red lay still, no more would 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 is the place where they rest This cowboy that never was thrown And one foot away restin' there neath the clay Was the outlaw that never was rode...