Old Red was one of the orniest yet

I'd seen at the big rodeo

He'd bite you and kick you and stomp out your life,

Old Red had never been rode



Meaner than sin,wild as the wind

That blew on the Montana plains

Old Red was one of the last of it's kind

And wasn't about to be tamed



From Idaho,a young cowboy came

To ride at the big rodeo

The young cowboy's name was Billy McLean.

And Billy had never been thrown



The meanest desire filled young Billy's heart

To ride this old outlaw called Red

He drew him one day and I heard Billy say

"I'll ride him or drop over dead"



Old Red was waiting down there in the shoot

He was kicking and stomping about

Billy climbed into the saddle with ease

He yelled turn him loose let us out



Old Red came out with his head on the ground

His back hooves were touching his nose

Trying to get rid of the man on his back

But the man went wherever he goes



Billy was racking Old Red with his spurs

From the tail to the tip of his chin

He was doing right well,but Billy could tell

This outlaw would never give in



Old Red headed straight for the fence

Suddenly stopping and then

He reared on his hind legs and fell on his back

Taking poor Billy with him



There was a hush from the crowd and they knew

That this would be Billies last ride

The saddle horn crushed Billies chest when he fell

And under Old Red Billy died



Old Red lay still,no more did he move

The cowboys that seen it could tell

In trying to throw Billy off his back

Old Red broke his neck when he fell



Out in the west,there's a place where they rest

This cowboy that's never been thrown

Just one foot away resting there neath the clay

Is the outlaw that's never been rode