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