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The night was ablaze with a heavenly fire |
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Of lightnin' wind and rain |
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And the sound of thunder is spookin' |
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The herd and I fear there'll be a stampede |
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The cattle are starting to mill around |
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Their bellows strike fear in my heart |
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I know if the storm lasts very much longer |
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There's bound to be a stampede |
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Stampede cry stampede the thing |
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That a cowboy fears the most is stampede |
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As I sat in the saddle the night's wearing on |
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And the storm is lingering still |
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The lightning's glare on the restless herd |
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Make it seem like a sea's angry swell |
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Then all of a sudden a bolt of fire |
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Strikes the tree where my pony stands |
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As I fall to the ground I can hear the sound |
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Of a drover yellin' stampede |
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Stampede cry stampede the thing |
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That a cowboy fears the most is stampede |
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For a moment I lay in the mud half dazed |
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I could hear the herd bearin' down |
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And I crawled in a ditch where a tree came to rest |
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And I crouched between it and the ground |
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It seems like a miracle of God's hand |
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It's over and I'm still alive |
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And I thank the trail boss up in the sky |
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For sparin' me from the stampede |
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Stampede cry stampede the thing |
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That a cowboy fears the most is stampede |
