Old Red was one of the orniest 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 its kind   And wasn't about to be tamed      From Idaho, a young cowboy came   To ride at the big rodeo   The young cowboy's name was Billy McLean   And Billy had never been thrown      The meanest 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 waiting down there in the shoot   He was kicking and stomping about   Billy climbed into the saddle with ease   He yelled, turn him loose, let us out      Old Red came out with his head on the ground   His back hooves were touching his nose   Trying to get rid of the man on his back   But the man went wherever he goes      Billy was racking Old Red with his spurs   From the tail to the tip of his chin   He was doing right well, but Billy could tell   This outlaw would never give in      Old Red headed straight for the fence   Suddenly stopping and then   He reared on his hind legs and fell on his back   Taking poor Billy with him      There was a hush from the crowd and they knew   That this would be Billies last ride   The saddle horn crushed Billies chest when he fell   And under Old Red, Billy died      Old Red lay still, no more did he move   The cowboys that seen it could tell   In trying to throw Billy off his back   Old Red broke his neck when he fell      Out in the west, there's a place where they rest   This cowboy that's never been thrown   Just one foot away resting there 'neath the clay   Is the outlaw that's never been rode