Now the red-headed stranger from Blue Rock, Montana
Rode into town one day
And under his knees was a ragin' black stallion
And walkin' behind was a bay
And the red-headed stranger had eyes like the thunder
And lips that were sad and tired
And his little lost love lay asleep on the hillside
And his heart was heavy as night
So, don't cross him, don't boss him
He's wild in his sorrow
He's ridin' and hidin' his pain
Don't fight him, don't spite him
Just wait 'til tomorrow
Maybe he'll ride on again
A yellow-haired lady leaned out of her window
And watched as he passed her way
She drew back in fear at the sight of the stallion
But cast greedy eyes on the bay
But how could she know that this dancin' bay pony
Meant more to him than life?
For this was the horse that his little lost, darlin'
Had ridden when she was his wife
So, don't cross him, don't boss him
He's wild in his sorrow
And he's ridin' and hidin' his pain
Don't fight him, don't spite him
Just wait 'til tomorrow
Maybe he'll ride on again
And the yellow-haired lady came down to the tavern
And looked up to the stranger there
And he bought her a drink, and he gave her some money
Well, he just didn't seem to care
She followed him out as he saddled his stallion
And laughed when she grabbed at the bay
But he shot her so quick, they had no time to warn her
And she never heard anyone say
Don't cross him, don't boss him
'Cause he's wild in his sorrow
He's ridin' and hidin' his pain
Don't fight him, don't spite him
Just wait 'til tomorrow
Maybe he'll ride on again
The yellow-haired lady was buried at sunset
And the stranger went free, of course
For you can't hang a man for killin' a woman
Who's tryin' to steal your horse
Now this is the tale of the red-headed stranger
But if he should pass your way
Stay out of the path of the ragin' black stallion
And don't lay a hand on the bay
And don't cross him, don't boss him
'Cause he's wild in his sorrow
He's ridin' and hidin' his pain
Don't fight him, don't spite him
Just wait 'til tomorrow
Maybe he'll ride on again
And there was a time of the preacher
In the year of '01
Just want you to think is all over
It's only begun
Thank you very much
