Buckaroo Blues / The Stampede Lyrics & Tabs by The Residents
Buckaroo Blues / The Stampede
guitar chords lyrics
When the hot sun sets and the evenin' gets
Calm and quiet on the trail.
And the cattle move as their dusty hooves
Pound the ground beneath their tail.
Noone seems to care if a cowpoke stares
And he feels he's all alone
So we drove that herd with just a few choice words
On that night so long ago.
Way on up ahead rode Ol' Texas Red
A red bandanna on his face.
With his cold gray eyes he searched the northern skies,
A ridin' with an easy grace.
On the left was Joe on his old pinto,
And Jim Smith was on his right
As for the other eight, well, they were not so great,
On the left was Joe on his old pinto,
And Jim Smith was on his right
As for the other eight, well, they were not so great,
But we needed `em all that night.
When so to soothe our thirst we had done the worst
And rode up to a nester's well
With our six guns out and without a doubt
The nester would defend himself.
Out he quickly came and we all took aim.
A silver blade was in his hand.
Red pulled out his knife to take the nester's life
Standin' by him, man to man.
Then all at once appeared with no sign of fear.
A girl that boldly changed our plans
She walked right up to Red and shook her golden head
And took the knife right from his hand.
Then she quickly cut the tension in our guts
With a smile that burned like a brand.
Then that demon girl cut off a golden curl
And left it in Red's outstretched hand.
From the north black clouds that looked like funeral shrouds
Rolled in with an icy breath.
So we faced a fight on that stormy night
With odds upon the side of death.
In the ghostly hush that fell before the rush
Came down upon us like a flood
Not a word was spoken as the thunder broke
Our spurs dug in `til they drew blood.
So we watched that herd become a mob that blurred
And grew into a raging thang.
Then they turned their tail right back down that trail
Stampeding from the Norther's stang
Some say that there is beauty in the sound that suits
The purity of mindless panic
But all that we could see were tons of mindless meat were
Headed for that nester's shack
Death was now at stake so we had to break
The rhythm of the raging herd.
Then as the lightning flashed we saw a rider pass
A ghostly shape with shining spurs.
It was Texas Red who pulled on out ahead,
And grabbed the girl with hair of gold.
But then we couldn't see because his horse's knee
Buckled as he hit a hole.
There we found the two where the north wind blew
Golden hair across his chest.
And her fingers dug into his arms 'til blood
Had made a pool beside her dress.
On the trail they lay at the break of day.
As we stood around and stared
At their lips still touchin' and Ol' Red still clutchin'
A curly lock of golden hair.
