| 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 lopin' behind was a bay
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| The red headed stranger had eyes like the thunder
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| His lips that were sad and tight
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| His little lost love lay asleep on the hillside
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| His heart was heavy as night
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| Don’t cross him don’t boss him, he’s wild in his sorrow
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| He’s ridin' and hidin' his pain
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| Don’t fight him, don’t spite him just wait till tomorrow
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| Maybe he’ll ride on again
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| --- Instrumental ---
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| A yellow haired woman leaned out of her window
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| 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 his little lost darlin' was ridden
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| When she was his wife
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| The yellow haired lady came down to the tavern
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| 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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| But 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, he’s wild in his sorrow
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| He’s ridin' and hidin' his pain
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| Don’t fight him, don’t spite him just wait till tomorrow
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| Maybe he’ll ride on again
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| --- Instrumental ---
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| They buried the yellow haired woman 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 a tryin' to steal your horse
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| Don’t cross him, don’t boss him, he’s wild in his sorrow
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| He’s ridin' and hidin' his pain
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| Don’t fight him, don’t spite him just wait till tomorrow
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| Maybe he’ll ride on again… |