Stampede

Lyrics Shared By: Jennifer

Johnny Cash:
Maybe at times life on the range was as peaceful and poetic as those lyrics to Home on the Range imply. There were the calm, quiet nights by the fireplace or by the campfire. There was the smell of strong coffee, the night howl of the timber wolf, and always that Saturday trip to town. And to the night herder, the herd quietly milling around, but the cowpoke knew that even under the nightshades of heaven that any minute all hell could break loose and start a nightmare of tons of charging, crazed cattle. Some men may have had no fear of a six-gun or wild mustang, but just one word could chill the most callused man and that word is stampede.

There's just one word I don't want to hear
When I heard it called, it cost a friend quite dear
I can hear it echo as though it were now
When I was a chasing of the long horned cow

Stampede (stampede)
They're coming up to draw
Stampede (stampede)
Three thousand herd or more
Here they come a smoking fire boys, you better earn your hire
Stampede and hell to score

Now Frankie was my partner he rode point upon my heart
We drank and fought and partnered back to back at troubles start
We heard the call one evening in the thunder and the black
When the lightning hit the leaders and the devil led the pack

Stampede (stampede)
They're coming up to draw
Stampede (stampede)
Three thousand herd or more
Here they come a smoking fire boys, you better earn your hire
Stampede and hell to score

Our horses they were handy for we had just rode in
We went from drinking coffee to a thinking of our sins
There wasn't time for praying, there was hardly time to cuss
It was a smoking roaring rattle and the leaders were on us

Stampede (stampede)
They're coming up to draw
Stampede (stampede)
Three thousand herd or more
Here they come a smoking fire, boys you better earn your hire
Stampede and hell to score

Old Frank's foot it missed the stirrup and his hand it missed the horn
And as the cattle crossed him from his body life was torn
I was mounted and a riding when I heard his final yell
Said, hey Johnny, head the wild bunch and do the ladies well

Stampede (stampede)
They're coming up to draw
Stampede (stampede)
Three thousand herd or more
Here they come a smoking fire boys, you better earn your hire
Stampede and hell to score

Now I ain't got no partner cause old Frank's done dead and gone
But just so he'd be remembered, Peter put him in this song
Some admire headstones but I think he'd like this best
He weren't fancy in his living so he ain't fancy in his rest

Stampede (June Carter: stampede)
They're coming up to draw
Stampede (June: stampede) Three thousand herd or more
Here they come a smoking fire, boy you better earn your hire
Stampede (June: stampede) and hell to score

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