Song | The Yellow Stud |
Artist | Chris LeDoux |
Album | Sing Me A Song Mr. Rodeo Man |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : LeDoux | |
Somewhere on the prairie a yellow stud runs free | |
Runnin' through the sage brush down through the coulees | |
And there not far behind him a cowboy rides along | |
He's gonna try to catch him and break him for his own | |
The chase goes on all morning and late into the day | |
The cowboy changes horses he staked along the way | |
The stud is growin' weaker now and gettin' short of wind | |
He runs into the trap corral the cowboy shuts him in | |
The yellow stud with wild eyes, the feared hated man | |
Finally standin' face to face in the hot and dusty sand | |
The battle starts and rages on beneath the burning sun | |
The cowboy tried but couldn't ride that yellow outlaw stud | |
So he sold him to a rodeo and it spread throughout the land | |
The legend of this yellow stud, the baddest of the bad | |
And then one day in Cheyenne we knew it had to come | |
The best of all bronc riders he drew that yellow stud. | |
The wooden gate flew open and the stud had bailed out high | |
An explosion of yellow horse seemed to fill the sky | |
The stud kept getting stronger and thrashing up the earth | |
The cowboy blew a stirrup and crashed into the dirt | |
So violently the stud had bucked that he slipped and fell | |
As he went down his backbone snapped the yellow stud lay still | |
As the cowboys gathered round him I heard one of 'em say | |
There'll never be another bronc like the one that died today | |
But out there on the praire there's a mare with mustang blood | |
And a colt runs close beside her a yellow outlaw stud |
zuo ci : LeDoux | |
Somewhere on the prairie a yellow stud runs free | |
Runnin' through the sage brush down through the coulees | |
And there not far behind him a cowboy rides along | |
He' s gonna try to catch him and break him for his own | |
The chase goes on all morning and late into the day | |
The cowboy changes horses he staked along the way | |
The stud is growin' weaker now and gettin' short of wind | |
He runs into the trap corral the cowboy shuts him in | |
The yellow stud with wild eyes, the feared hated man | |
Finally standin' face to face in the hot and dusty sand | |
The battle starts and rages on beneath the burning sun | |
The cowboy tried but couldn' t ride that yellow outlaw stud | |
So he sold him to a rodeo and it spread throughout the land | |
The legend of this yellow stud, the baddest of the bad | |
And then one day in Cheyenne we knew it had to come | |
The best of all bronc riders he drew that yellow stud. | |
The wooden gate flew open and the stud had bailed out high | |
An explosion of yellow horse seemed to fill the sky | |
The stud kept getting stronger and thrashing up the earth | |
The cowboy blew a stirrup and crashed into the dirt | |
So violently the stud had bucked that he slipped and fell | |
As he went down his backbone snapped the yellow stud lay still | |
As the cowboys gathered round him I heard one of ' em say | |
There' ll never be another bronc like the one that died today | |
But out there on the praire there' s a mare with mustang blood | |
And a colt runs close beside her a yellow outlaw stud |
zuò cí : LeDoux | |
Somewhere on the prairie a yellow stud runs free | |
Runnin' through the sage brush down through the coulees | |
And there not far behind him a cowboy rides along | |
He' s gonna try to catch him and break him for his own | |
The chase goes on all morning and late into the day | |
The cowboy changes horses he staked along the way | |
The stud is growin' weaker now and gettin' short of wind | |
He runs into the trap corral the cowboy shuts him in | |
The yellow stud with wild eyes, the feared hated man | |
Finally standin' face to face in the hot and dusty sand | |
The battle starts and rages on beneath the burning sun | |
The cowboy tried but couldn' t ride that yellow outlaw stud | |
So he sold him to a rodeo and it spread throughout the land | |
The legend of this yellow stud, the baddest of the bad | |
And then one day in Cheyenne we knew it had to come | |
The best of all bronc riders he drew that yellow stud. | |
The wooden gate flew open and the stud had bailed out high | |
An explosion of yellow horse seemed to fill the sky | |
The stud kept getting stronger and thrashing up the earth | |
The cowboy blew a stirrup and crashed into the dirt | |
So violently the stud had bucked that he slipped and fell | |
As he went down his backbone snapped the yellow stud lay still | |
As the cowboys gathered round him I heard one of ' em say | |
There' ll never be another bronc like the one that died today | |
But out there on the praire there' s a mare with mustang blood | |
And a colt runs close beside her a yellow outlaw stud |