Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Red Headed Stranger, artist - Glen Glenn.
Date of issue: 31.12.1992
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 ragin' black stallion |
And walkin' behind was a bay |
The red-headed stranger had eyes like the 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 ridin' an' hidin his pain |
Don’t fight him, don’t spite him; |
Just wait till tomorrow |
Maybe he’ll ride on again |
A yellow-haired lady leaned out of her window |
An' 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 dancin' bay pony |
Meant more to him than life |
For this was the horse that his little lost darlin' |
Had ridden when she was his wife |
Don’t cross him, don’t boss him |
He’s wild in his sorrow: |
He’s ridin' an' hidin 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 |
An' looked up the stranger there |
He bought her a drink, an' he gave her some money |
He just didn’t seem to care |
She followed him out as he saddled his stallion |
An' 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 ridin' an' hidin his pain |
«Don't fight him, don’t spite him; |
«Just wait till 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 killin' a woman |
Who’s tryin' to steal your horse |
Tthis is the tale of the red headed stranger |
And if he should pass your way |
Stay out of the path of the ragin' 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 ridin' an' hidin his pain |
Don’t fight him, don’t spite him; |
Just wait till tomorrow |
Maybe he’ll ride on again |