The Stampede-The Residents

[00:07.00]When the hot sun sets and the evenin’ gets [00:12.00]Calm and quiet on the trail [00:16.50]And the cattle move as their dusty hooves [00:22.00]Pound the ground beneath their tail [00:27.00]No one seems to care if a cowpoke stares [00:31.50]And he feels he's all alone [00:36.00]So we drove that herd with just a few choice words [00:41.00]On that night so long ago [00:58.00]Way on up ahead rode Ol’ Texas Red [01:03.00]a red bandanna on his face [01:08.00]With his cold gray eyes he searched the northern skies [01:12.00]A ridin' with an easy grace [01:17.00]On the left was Joe on his old pinto [01:22.00]And Jim Smith was on his right [01:26.00]As for the other eight, well, they were not so great [01:31.00]But we needed em all that night [01:58.00]From the north black clouds that looked like funeral shrouds [02:03.00]Rolled in with an icy breath [02:08.00]So we faced a fight on that stormy night [02:12.50]With odds upon the side of death [02:17.50]In the ghostly hush that fell before the rush [02:22.00]Came down upon us like a flood [02:27.00]Not a word was spoken as the thunder broke [02:31.50]Our spurs dug in til they drew blood [02:37.00]So we watched that herd become a mob that blurred [02:41.00]And grew into a raging thang [02:46.00]As they turned their tail right back down that trail [02:50.00]Stampeding from the Norther's stang [02:55.50]Some say that there is beauty in the sound that suits [03:00.50]The purity of mindless panic [03:05.00]But all that we could see were tons of mindless meat were [03:10.00]Headed for that nester's shack [03:15.00]Death was now at stake so we had to break [03:19.50]The rhythm of the raging herd [03:24.00]Then as the lightning flashed we saw a rider pass [03:29.00]a ghostly shape with shining spurs [03:34.00]It was Texas Red who pulled on out ahead [03:39.00]And grabbed the girl with hair of gold [03:44.00]But then we couldn't see because his horse 's knee [03:48.00]Buckled as he hit a hole [03:52.00]So we found the two where the north wind blew [03:58.00]Golden hair across his chest [04:03.00]And her fingers dug into his arms til blood [04:08.00]Had made a pool beside her dress [04:12.00]On the trail they lay at the break of day [04:17.00]As we stood around and stared [04:22.00]At their lips still touchin' and o! Red still clutchin‘ [04:27.00]a curly lock of golden hair