Chords for Old Red

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Old Red was one of [Ab] the onliest yet [Eb] I'd seen at the big [Gm] rodeo.
[Eb] He'd bite you and kick you [Ab] and stomp out your life,
[Bb] Old Red had never [Eb] been roped.
Meaner than sin, [Ab] wild as the wind [Eb] that blew on the Montana [Bb] plains.
_ [Eb] Old Red was one [Ab] of the last of his breed [Eb] and [Bb] wasn't about to [Eb] be tamed.
[Ab] From Idaho [Eb] a young cowboy came [Bb] to ride in the big [Eb] rodeo.
The young cowboy's name was Billy McClain [Bb] and Billy had never [Eb] been roped.
The greatest desire filled a young Billy's heart [Bb] to ride this old [Eb] outlaw called Red.
He drew him one day and I heard Billy say,
[Bb] I'll ride him or drop [Eb] over dead.
_ Old Red was wicked down there in the chute, [Bb] he was kicking and [Eb] stomping about.
_ Billy climbed into the saddle with [Gm] ease, then yelled,
I'll turn him loose, let us out.
_ [Ab] Old Red came off [Eb] with his head on the ground, [Bb] his back hooves were [Eb] touching his nose.
Trying [Ab] to get rid of the [Eb] man on his back, but [Bb] the man went [Eb] wherever he'd go.
Billy [Ab] was raking Old [Eb] Red with his spurs, from his [Bb] tail to the tip [Eb] of his [N] chin.
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