The Stampede Lyrics
| Song | The Stampede |
| Artist | The Residents |
| Album | Cube E: Live in Holland (The History of American Music in 3 EZ Pieces) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [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 |
| [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 |
| [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 |
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