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No Capo, Standard Tuing
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The red headed stranger from Blue Rock, Montana,
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Rode into town one day.
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And under his knees, was a raging black stallion,
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Walking behind was a bay.
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The red headed stranger had eyes like thunder,
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And his lips they were sad and tired.
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His little lost love lay asleep on the hillside,
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And his heart was as heavy as night.
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Don't cross him, don't boss him,
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He's wild in his sorrow,
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Ridin' and hidin' his pain.
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Don't fight him, don't spite him,
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Just wait 'til tomorrow,
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Maybe he'll ride on again.
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Yellow haired lady leaned out of her window,
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Watched as he passed her way.
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She drew back in fear at the sight of the stallion,
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But cast greedy eyes on the bay.
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How could she know that the dancin' bay pony
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Meant more to him than life?
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This was the horse that his little lost darlin'
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Had ridden when she was his wife.
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Don't cross him, don't boss him,
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He's wild in his sorrow,
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Ridin' and hidin' his pain.
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Don't fight him, don't spite him,
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Just wait 'til tomorrow,
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Maybe he'll ride on again.
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Yellow haired lady came down to the tavern,
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And looked up the stranger there.
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He bought her a drink and gave her some money,
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He just didn't seem to care.
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She followed him out as he saddled the stallion,
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And laughed as she grabbed at the bay.
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He shot her so quick they had no time to warn her,
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She never heard anyone say:
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Don't cross him, don't boss him,
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He's wild in his sorrow,
A7
Ridin' and hidin' his pain.
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Don't fight him, don't spite him,
D
Just wait 'til tomorrow,
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Maybe he'll ride on again.
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The yellow haired lady was buried at sunset,
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The stranger went free of course.
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For you can't hang a man for killing a woman,
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Who's trying to steal your horse.
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This is the tale of the red headed stranger
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And if he should pass your way,
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Stay out of path of the ragin' black stallion
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And don't lay a hand on the bay.
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Don't cross him, don't boss him,
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He's wild in his sorrow,
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Ridin' and hidin' his pain.
G
Don't fight him, don't spite him,
D
Just wait 'til tomorrow,
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Maybe he'll ride on again.
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