| Song | The Yellow Stud |
| Artist | Chris LeDoux |
| Album | Cowboy |
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| 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 |