we made camp along red river
watched the cattle as they bedded down
we spread our bedrolls on the ground
and the sage never smelled so sweet
no chance tonight for a stampede
towards the mountains there in the west
the wind shifts directions
the clouds roll in behind the tumbleweeds
i spur my pony on and take the lead
i can hear willie yellin'
i feel the longhorns brush against me
and i can feel the demons racin' through my blood
i can see the cattle comin'
lord i know i'm gonna die in this stampede
i'm in my bedroll and i'm layin' on the ground
then i feel the earth tremble underneath me
as the midnight sky begins to bleed
and from the blackness i can hear willie yellin'