Marty Robbins - Old red

^DOld Red was one of the ^Gorniest yet I'd ^Dseen at the big rode^A7o He'd ^Dbite you and kick you and ^Gstomp out your life ^A7Old Red had never been ^Drode

^DMeaner than sin, ^Gwild as the wind That ^Dblew on the Montana ^A7plains ^DOld Red was one of the ^Dlast of his breed ^A7And wasn't about to be ^Dtamed

^GFrom Idaho, a ^Dyoung cowboy came To ^A7ride in the big rode^Do The young cowboy's ^Gname was ^DBilly McLane And ^A7Billy had never been ^Dthrown

^DThe greatest des^Gire filled ^Dyoung Billy's heart To ^A7ride this old outlaw called ^DRed He drew him one ^Gday and I ^Dheard Billy say "I'll ^A7ride him or drop over ^Ddead"

^DOld Red was ^Gwicked down ^Dthere in the shoot He was ^A7kicking and stomping a^Dbout Billy climbed ^Ginto the ^Dsaddle with ease And ^A7yelled turn him loose let us ^Dout

^GOld Red came out with his ^Dhead on the ground His ^A7back hooves were touching his ^Dnose Trying to get ^Grid of the ^Dman on his back But the ^A7man went wherever he'd ^Dgo

^DBilly was rak^Ging Old Red^D with his spurs From h^A7is tail to the tip of ^Dhis chin He was doing r^Gight well^D, but Billy could tell This ^A7outlaw would never give in^D

^DOld Red was ^Grunning stra^Dight for the fence Suddenl^A7y stopping and then^D He reared on h^Gis hind l^Degs then fell on his back Tak^A7ing poor Billy with him^D

^GThere was a hush in the cr^Dowd and they knew Thi^A7s would be Billy's last rid^De The saddle hor^Gn crushed B^Dilly's chest when they fell And unde^A7r Old Red Billy died^D

^DOld Red lay stil^Gl, no more ^Dwould he move Th^A7e cowboys that seen it cou^Dld tell In trying to th^Grow Billy ^Doff his back Old R^A7ed broke his neck when ^Dhe fell

^GOut in the west is a p^Dlace where they rest Th^A7is cowboy that never was throw^Dn And one foot ^Gaway res^Dting there 'neath the clay Is the ^A7outlaw that never was r^Dode