Old Red was one of the orneriest yet   I'd seen at the big rodeo   He'd bite you and kick you and stomp out your life   Old Red had never been rode      Meaner than sin, wild as the wind   That blew on the Montana plains   Old Red was one of the last of his breed   And wasn't about to be tamed      From Idaho a young cowboy came   To ride in the big rodeo   The young cowboy's name was Billy McClain   And Billy had never been thrown      The greatest desire filled young Billy's heart   To ride this old outlaw called Red   He drew him one day and I heard Billy say   "I'll ride him or drop over dead"      Old Red was wicked down there in the chute   He was kickin' and stompin' about   Billy dropped into the saddle with ease   And said, "Turn him loose let us out"      Old Red came out with his head on the ground   His back hooves were touching his nose   Tryin' to get rid of the man of his back   But the man went wherever he'd go      Billy was rakin' old Red with his spurs   From his tail to the tip of his chin   He was doin' right well but Billy could tell   This outlaw would never give in      Old Red was bucking straight for the fence   Suddenly stopped in and then   He reared on his hind legs then fell on his back   Taking poor Billy with him      There was a hush in the crowd   For they knew this would be Billy's last ride   The saddle horn crushed Billy's chest   When they fell and under old Red Billy died      Old Red lay still no more would he move   The cowboys that seen it could tell   In tryin' to throw Billy off of his back   Old Red broke his neck when he fell      Out in the west is the place where they rest   This cowboy that never was thrown   And one foot away resting there neath the clay   Is the outlaw that never was rode