| Now the redheaded stranger from Blue Rock, Montana
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| Rode into town one day
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| Between his knees was a raging black stallion
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| Walkin' behind was a bay
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| Now the redheaded stranger had eyes like the thunder
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| His lips were sad and tight
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| 'Cause his little lost love lay asleep on the hillside
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| And his heart was heavy as night
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| So don’t boss him, don’t cross him
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| He’s wild in his sorrow, he’s riding and hidin' his pain
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| Don’t fight him, don’t spite him
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| Just wait 'til tomorrow maybe he’ll ride on again
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| Now the yellow-haired lady leaned out of her window
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| And watched as he passed her away
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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 she didn’t know that this dancin' bay pony
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| Meant more to him than life
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| 'Cause this was the horse that his little lost darlin'
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| Had ridden when she was his wife
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| So don’t boss him, don’t cross him
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| He’s wild in his sorrow, he’s riding and hidin' his pain
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| Don’t fight him, don’t spite him
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| Just wait 'til tomorrow maybe he’ll ride on again
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| Now the yellow-haired lady went down to the tavern
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| And looked up the stranger there
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| When he bought her some drinks and he gave her some money
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| But she just didn’t seem to care
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| She followed him out as he saddled the stallion
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| And he laughed when she grabbed for the bay
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| Well, 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 boss him, don’t cross him
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| He’s wild in his sorrow, he’s riding and hidin' his pain
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| Don’t fight him, don’t spite him
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| Just wait 'til tomorrow maybe he’ll ride on again
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| Now the yellow-haired lady was buried at sunset
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| The stranger went free of course
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| 'Cause you can’t hang a man for shootin' a woman
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| Who’s tryin' to steal your horse
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| Now this is the tale of the redheaded stranger
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| And if he should ever 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 |