| We made camp along Red River
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| Watched the cattle as they bedded down
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| Back at the wagons, right after supper
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| We spread our bedrolls on the ground
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| And me and Willie, we took the night guard
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| And the sage never smelled so sweet
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| The prairie moon, was blazin' silver
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| No chance tonight for a stampede
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| Way over yonder, off in the distance
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| Towards the mountains there in the west
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| Did I see lightnin', did I hear thunder
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| My mind is weary, I could use some rest
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| Then all at once, the wind shifts directions
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| The clouds roll in behind the tumbleweeds
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| These longhorn cattle, are gettin' restless
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| God help us all, if they stampede
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| Smell the rain, hear the thunder
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| The midnight sky, turns black as death
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| The lightnin' crashes, smell the sulphur
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| It’s rank and strong, it’s Satan’s breath
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| The cattle rise up, and go to runnin'
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| I spur my pony on and take the lead
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| And across the herd, I can hear Willie yellin'
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| Hey Stampede!
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| Dust clouds rise, as the rain falls
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| They mix together, turn the air to mud
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| I feel the longhorns brush against me
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| And I can feel the demons racin' through my blood
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| Then all at once, my pony stumbles
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| We hit the ground, I rise up to my knees
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| In a flash of light, I can see the cattle comin'
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| Lord I know I’m gonna die in this stampede
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| Then I awake, and I look around me
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| I’m in my bedroll and I’m layin' on the ground
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| Over there’s the wagon, and there’s the campfire
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| I was only dreamin', but what’s that sound?
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| Then I feel the earth tremble underneath me
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| As the midnight sky begins to bleed
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| And from the blackness I can hear Willie yellin'
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| Hey Stampede |