Old Red chords by Marty Robbins

Verse:

D           G
Old Red was one of the orniest yet

  D          A7
I'd seen at the big rodeo

   D             G
He'd bite you and kick you and stomp out your life

A7           D
Old Red had never been rode


D        G
Meaner than sin, wild as the wind

   D          A7
That blew on the Montana plains

D           D
Old Red was one of the last of his breed

A7           D
And wasn't about to be tamed


G       D
From Idaho, a young cowboy came

  A7         D
To ride in the big rodeo

          G    D
The young cowboy's name was Billy McLane

  A7          D
And Billy had never been thrown


D        G     D
The greatest desire filled young Billy's heart

  A7             D
To ride this old outlaw called Red

        G     D
He drew him one day and I heard Billy say

   A7          D
"I'll ride him or drop over dead"

Verse:

D      G      D
Old Red was wicked down there in the shoot

    A7          D
He was kicking and stomping about

       G    D
Billy climbed into the saddle with ease

  A7              D
And yelled turn him loose let us out


G             D
Old Red came out with his head on the ground

  A7              D
His back hooves were touching his nose

       G     D
Trying to get rid of the man on his back

    A7           D
But the man went wherever he'd go


D      G     D
Billy was raking Old Red with his spurs

   A7          D
From his tail to the tip of his chin

       G    D
He was doing right well, but Billy could tell

   A7            D
This outlaw would never give in


D      G      D
Old Red was running straight for the fence

    A7         D
Suddenly stopping and then

       G    D
He reared on his hind legs then fell on his back

  A7           D
Taking poor Billy with him


G             D
There was a hush in the crowd and they knew

  A7             D
This would be Billy's last ride

       G     D
The saddle horn crushed Billy's chest when they fell

    A7         D
And under Old Red Billy died

Verse:

D        G     D
Old Red lay still, no more would he move

 A7            D
The cowboys that seen it could tell

        G     D
In trying to throw Billy off his back

   A7           D
Old Red broke his neck when he fell


G           D
Out in the west is a place where they rest

 A7              D
This cowboy that never was thrown

       G    D
And one foot away resting there 'neath the clay

    A7           D
Is the outlaw that never was rode