Stampede [instrumental] Songtext
von Johnny Cash
Stampede [instrumental] Songtext
There′s just one word I don't want to hear
When I heard it called, it cost a friend quite dear
I can hear it echo as though it were now
When I was a chasin′ of the long horned cow
Stampede (stampede!)
They're comin' up to draw
Stampede (stampede!)
Three thousand herd or more
Here they come a smokin′ fire, boys you better earn your hire
Stampede and hell to score
Now Frank, he was my partner, he rode point upon my heart
We drank, and fought, and partnered back to back at troubles start
We heard the call one evening in the thunder and the black
When the lightnin′ hit the leaders and the devil led the pack
Stampede (stampede!)
They're comin′ up to draw
Stampede (stampede!)
Three thousand herd or more
Here they come a smokin' fire, boys, you better earn your hire
Stampede and hell to score
Our horses, they were handy for we had just rode in
We went from drinkin′ coffee to thinkin' of our sins
There wasn′t time for prayin', there was hardly time to curse
It was a smokin' roarin′ rattle and the leaders were on us
Stampede (stampede!)
They′re comin' up to draw
Stampede (stampede!)
Three thousand herd or more
Here they come a smokin′ fire, boys, you better earn your hire
Stampede and hell to score
Old Frank's foot, it missed the stirrup and his hand it missed the horn
And as the cattle crossed him from his body, life was torn
I was mounted and a ridin′ when I heard his final yell
Said, "Hey Johnny, head the wild bunch and do the ladies well"
Stampede (stampede!)
They're comin′ up to draw
Stampede (stampede!)
Three thousand herd or more
Here they come a smokin' fire, boys, you better earn your hire
Stampede and hell to score
No I ain't got no partner, ′cause old Frank′s done dead and gone
But just so he'd be remembered, Peter put him in this song
Some admire headstones, but I think he′d like this best
He weren't fancy in his livin′, so he ain't fancy in his rest
Stampede (stampede!)
They′re comin' up to draw
Stampede (stampede!)
Two thousand herd or more
Here they come a smokin' fire, boy, you better earn your hire
Stampede (stampede) and hell to score
When I heard it called, it cost a friend quite dear
I can hear it echo as though it were now
When I was a chasin′ of the long horned cow
Stampede (stampede!)
They're comin' up to draw
Stampede (stampede!)
Three thousand herd or more
Here they come a smokin′ fire, boys you better earn your hire
Stampede and hell to score
Now Frank, he was my partner, he rode point upon my heart
We drank, and fought, and partnered back to back at troubles start
We heard the call one evening in the thunder and the black
When the lightnin′ hit the leaders and the devil led the pack
Stampede (stampede!)
They're comin′ up to draw
Stampede (stampede!)
Three thousand herd or more
Here they come a smokin' fire, boys, you better earn your hire
Stampede and hell to score
Our horses, they were handy for we had just rode in
We went from drinkin′ coffee to thinkin' of our sins
There wasn′t time for prayin', there was hardly time to curse
It was a smokin' roarin′ rattle and the leaders were on us
Stampede (stampede!)
They′re comin' up to draw
Stampede (stampede!)
Three thousand herd or more
Here they come a smokin′ fire, boys, you better earn your hire
Stampede and hell to score
Old Frank's foot, it missed the stirrup and his hand it missed the horn
And as the cattle crossed him from his body, life was torn
I was mounted and a ridin′ when I heard his final yell
Said, "Hey Johnny, head the wild bunch and do the ladies well"
Stampede (stampede!)
They're comin′ up to draw
Stampede (stampede!)
Three thousand herd or more
Here they come a smokin' fire, boys, you better earn your hire
Stampede and hell to score
No I ain't got no partner, ′cause old Frank′s done dead and gone
But just so he'd be remembered, Peter put him in this song
Some admire headstones, but I think he′d like this best
He weren't fancy in his livin′, so he ain't fancy in his rest
Stampede (stampede!)
They′re comin' up to draw
Stampede (stampede!)
Two thousand herd or more
Here they come a smokin' fire, boy, you better earn your hire
Stampede (stampede) and hell to score
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