Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Red-Headed Stranger, artist - Willie Nelson. Album song Always on My Mind and Other Hits Live, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Record label: Blaricum CD Company (B.C.D.) B.V
Song language: English
Red-Headed Stranger |
The red-headed stranger from Blue Rock, Montana |
Rode into town one day |
And under his knees was a raging black stallion |
And walking behind was a bay |
The red-headed stranger had eyes like thunder |
And his lips, they were sad and tight |
His little lost love lay asleep on the hillside |
And his heart was heavy as night |
Don’t cross him, don’t boss him |
He’s wild in his sorrow |
He’s riding and hiding his pain |
Don’t fight him, don’t spite him |
Just wait 'til tomorrow |
Maybe he’ll ride on again |
A yellow-haired lady leaned out of her window |
And watched as he passed her way |
She drew back in fear at the sight of the stallion |
But cast greedy eyes on the bay |
But how could she know that this dancing bay pony |
Meant more to him than life? |
For this was the horse that his little lost darling |
Had ridden when she was his wife |
Don’t cross him, don’t boss him |
He’s wild in his sorrow |
He’s riding and hiding his pain |
Don’t fight him, don’t spite him |
Just wait till tomorrow |
Maybe he’ll ride on again |
The yellow-haired lady came down to the tavern |
And looked up the stranger there |
He bought her a drink and he gave her some money |
He just didn’t seem to care |
She followed him out as he saddled his stallion |
And laughed as she grabbed at the bay |
He shot her so quick, they had no time to warn her |
She never heard anyone say |
«Don't cross him, don’t boss him |
«He's wild in his sorrow |
«He's riding and hiding his pain |
«Don't fight him, don’t spite him |
«Just wait 'til tomorrow |
«Maybe he’ll ride on again» |
The yellow-haired lady was buried at sunset |
The stranger went free, of course |
For you can’t hang a man for killing a woman |
Who’s trying to steal your horse |
This is the tale of the red headed stranger |
And if he should pass your way |
Stay out of the path of the raging black stallion |
And don’t lay a hand on the bay |
Don’t cross him, don’t boss him |
He’s wild in his sorrow |
He’s riding and hiding his pain |
Don’t fight him, don’t spite him |
Just wait till tomorrow |
Maybe he’ll ride on again |