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Old Red was one of the orneriest yet I've seen at the big rodeo |
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He's bite you and kick you and stomp out your life Old Red had never been rode |
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Meaner than sin wild as the wind that blew on the Montana plains |
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Old Red was one of the last of his breed and wasn't about to be tamed |
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From Idaho a young cowboy came to ride in the big rodeo |
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The young cowboy's name was Billy McClain and Billy had never been throwed |
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The greatest desire filled young Billy's heart to ride this old outlaw called Red |
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He drew him one day and I heard Billy say I'll ride him or drop over dead |
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Old Red was wicked down there in the chute he was kickin' and stompin' about |
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Billy dropped into the saddle with ease then yelled turn him loose let us out |
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Old Red came out with his head on the ground his back hooves were touching his nose |
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Tryin' to get rid of the man of his back but the man went wherever he'd go |
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Billy was rakin' Old Red with his spurs from his tail to the tip of his chin |
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He was doin' right well but Billy could tell this outlaw would never give in |
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Old Red was runnin' straight for the fence suddenly stopped in and then |
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He r'ared on his hind legs then fell on his back taking poor Billy with him |
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There was a hush in the crowd and they knew this would be Billy's last ride |
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The saddle horn crushed Billy's chest when they fell and under Old Red Billy died |
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Old Red lay still no more would he move the cowboys that seen it could tell |
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In tryin' to throw Billy off of his back old Red broke his neck when he fell |
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Out in the west is the place where they rest this cowboy that never was throwed |
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And one foot away resting there neath the clay is the outlaw that never was rode |
