The Stampede
When the hot sun sets and the evenin’ gets
Calm and quiet on the trail
And the cattle move as their dusty hooves
Pound the ground beneath their tail
No one seems to care if a cowpoke stares
And he feels he's all alone
So we drove that herd with just a few choice words
On that night so long ago
Way on up ahead rode Ol’ Texas Red
a red bandanna on his face
With his cold gray eyes he searched the northern skies
A ridin' with an easy grace
On the left was Joe on his old pinto
And Jim Smith was on his right
As for the other eight, well, they were not so great
But we needed em all that night
From the north black clouds that looked like funeral shrouds
Rolled in with an icy breath
So we faced a fight on that stormy night
With odds upon the side of death
In the ghostly hush that fell before the rush
Came down upon us like a flood
Not a word was spoken as the thunder broke
Our spurs dug in til they drew blood
So we watched that herd become a mob that blurred
And grew into a raging thang
As they turned their tail right back down that trail
Stampeding from the Norther's stang
Some say that there is beauty in the sound that suits
The purity of mindless panic
But all that we could see were tons of mindless meat were
Headed for that nester's shack
Death was now at stake so we had to break
The rhythm of the raging herd
Then as the lightning flashed we saw a rider pass
a ghostly shape with shining spurs
It was Texas Red who pulled on out ahead
And grabbed the girl with hair of gold
But then we couldn't see because his horse 's knee
Buckled as he hit a hole
So we found the two where the north wind blew
Golden hair across his chest
And her fingers dug into his arms til blood
Had made a pool beside her dress
On the trail they lay at the break of day
As we stood around and stared
At their lips still touchin' and o! Red still clutchin‘
a curly lock of golden hair
The StampedeLRC歌词
[00:07.00]When the hot sun sets and the evenin’ gets
[00:12.00]Calm and quiet on the trail
[00:16.50]And the cattle move as their dusty hooves
[00:22.00]Pound the ground beneath their tail
[00:27.00]No one seems to care if a cowpoke stares
[00:31.50]And he feels he's all alone
[00:36.00]So we drove that herd with just a few choice words
[00:41.00]On that night so long ago
[00:58.00]Way on up ahead rode Ol’ Texas Red
[01:03.00]a red bandanna on his face
[01:08.00]With his cold gray eyes he searched the northern skies
[01:12.00]A ridin' with an easy grace
[01:17.00]On the left was Joe on his old pinto
[01:22.00]And Jim Smith was on his right
[01:26.00]As for the other eight, well, they were not so great
[01:31.00]But we needed em all that night
[01:58.00]From the north black clouds that looked like funeral shrouds
[02:03.00]Rolled in with an icy breath
[02:08.00]So we faced a fight on that stormy night
[02:12.50]With odds upon the side of death
[02:17.50]In the ghostly hush that fell before the rush
[02:22.00]Came down upon us like a flood
[02:27.00]Not a word was spoken as the thunder broke
[02:31.50]Our spurs dug in til they drew blood
[02:37.00]So we watched that herd become a mob that blurred
[02:41.00]And grew into a raging thang
[02:46.00]As they turned their tail right back down that trail
[02:50.00]Stampeding from the Norther's stang
[02:55.50]Some say that there is beauty in the sound that suits
[03:00.50]The purity of mindless panic
[03:05.00]But all that we could see were tons of mindless meat were
[03:10.00]Headed for that nester's shack
[03:15.00]Death was now at stake so we had to break
[03:19.50]The rhythm of the raging herd
[03:24.00]Then as the lightning flashed we saw a rider pass
[03:29.00]a ghostly shape with shining spurs
[03:34.00]It was Texas Red who pulled on out ahead
[03:39.00]And grabbed the girl with hair of gold
[03:44.00]But then we couldn't see because his horse 's knee
[03:48.00]Buckled as he hit a hole
[03:52.00]So we found the two where the north wind blew
[03:58.00]Golden hair across his chest
[04:03.00]And her fingers dug into his arms til blood
[04:08.00]Had made a pool beside her dress
[04:12.00]On the trail they lay at the break of day
[04:17.00]As we stood around and stared
[04:22.00]At their lips still touchin' and o! Red still clutchin‘
[04:27.00]a curly lock of golden hair
