Old Red
Old Red was one of the orniest yet
I'd seen at the big rodeo
He'd bite you and kick you and stomp out your life,
Old Red had never been rode
Meaner than sin,wild as the wind
That blew on the Montana plains
Old Red was one of the last of it's breed
And wasn't about to be tamed
From Idaho,a young cowboy came
To ride in the big rodeo
The young cowboy's name was Billy McLean.
And Billy had never been thrown
The greatest desire filled young Billy's heart
To ride this old outlaw called Red
He drew him one day and I heard Billy say
"I'll ride him or drop over dead"
Old Red was wicked down there in the shoot
He was kicking and stomping about
Billy climbed into the saddle with ease
Then yelled turn him loose let us out
Old Red came out with his head on the ground
His back hooves were touching his nose
Trying to get rid of the man on his back
But the man went wherever he goes
Billy was racking Old Red with his spurs
From his tail to the tip of his chin
He was doing right well,but Billy could tell
This outlaw would never give in
Old Red was running straight for the fence
Suddenly stopping and then
He reared on his hind legs and fell on his back
Taking poor Billy with him
There was a hush in the crowd and they knew
This would be Billy's last ride
The saddle horn crushed Billies chest when they fell
And under Old Red Billy died
Old Red lay still, no more would he move
The cowboys that seen it could tell
In trying to throw Billy off his back
Old Red broke his neck when he fell
Out in the west, there's a place where they rest
This cowboy that never was thrown
Just one foot away resting there neath the clay
Is the outlaw that never was rode
Velho Red
O Velho Red era um dos mais brabos que já vi
No grande rodeio
Ele te mordia, te chutava e acabava com a sua vida,
O Velho Red nunca tinha sido montado
Mais malvado que o pecado, selvagem como o vento
Que soprava nas planícies de Montana
O Velho Red era um dos últimos da sua espécie
E não estava a fim de ser domado
De Idaho, um jovem cowboy chegou
Para montar no grande rodeio
O nome do jovem cowboy era Billy McLean.
E Billy nunca tinha sido derrubado
O maior desejo enchia o coração do jovem Billy
Montar esse velho fora da lei chamado Red
Ele puxou a corda um dia e ouvi Billy dizer
"Vou montá-lo ou caio morto"
O Velho Red estava furioso lá no curral
Chutando e se debatendo
Billy subiu na sela com facilidade
Então gritou: "Solta ele, deixa a gente sair!"
O Velho Red saiu com a cabeça baixa
As patas traseiras tocando o nariz
Tentando se livrar do homem em suas costas
Mas o homem ia aonde ele ia
Billy estava cutucando o Velho Red com os esporas
Da cauda até a ponta do queixo
Ele estava indo bem, mas Billy podia sentir
Que esse fora da lei nunca ia se render
O Velho Red corria reto em direção à cerca
De repente parou e então
Ele se ergueu sobre as patas traseiras e caiu de costas
Levando o pobre Billy junto
Houve um silêncio na multidão e eles sabiam
Que essa seria a última montaria de Billy
O chifre da sela esmagou o peito de Billy quando caíram
E sob o Velho Red, Billy morreu
O Velho Red ficou parado, não se moveria mais
Os cowboys que viram podiam perceber
Ao tentar derrubar Billy de suas costas
O Velho Red quebrou o pescoço ao cair
No oeste, há um lugar onde descansam
Esse cowboy que nunca foi derrubado
Apenas a um pé de distância, descansando sob a terra
Está o fora da lei que nunca foi montado
Composição: Márcio Buzelin