[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