Red Headed Stranger

[D]The red headed stranger from Blue Rock, Montana,
Rode into town one [A]day.
And [D]under his knees, was a [G]raging black [D]stallion,
[E]Walking behind was a [A]bay.
The [D]red headed stranger had eyes like thunder,
And his lips they were sad and [A]tired.
His [D]little lost love lay a[G]sleep on the [D]hillside,
And his [A]heart was as heavy as [D]night[G].  [D]

Don't [G]cross him, don't boss him,
He's [D]wild in his sorrow,
Ridin' and hidin' his [A7]pain.
Don't [G]fight him, don't spite him,
Just [D]wait 'til tomorrow,
[A]Maybe he'll ride on a[D]gain.[G]   [D/F#]         [D]            [G]               [D]                 [F#]

[D]Yellow haired lady leaned out of her window,
Watched as he passed her [A]way.
She [D]drew back in fear at the [G]sight of the [D]stallion,
But [E]cast greedy eyes on the [A]bay.
[D]How could she know that the dancin' bay pony
Meant more to him than [A]life?
[D]This was the horse that his [G]little lost [D]darlin'
Had [A]ridden when she was his [D]wife.

Don't [G]cross him, don't boss him,
He's [D]wild in his sorrow,
Ridin' and hidin' his [A7]pain.
Don't [G]fight him, don't spite him,
Just [D]wait 'til tomorrow,
[A]Maybe he'll ride on a[D]gain.[G]   [D/F#]         [D]            [G]               [D]                 [F#]

[D]Yellow haired lady came down to the tavern,
And looked up the stranger [A]there.
He [D]bought her a drink and [G]gave her some [D]money,
He [E]just didn't seem to [A]care.
She [D]followed him out as he saddled the stallion,
And laughed as she grabbed at the [A]bay.
He [D]shot her so quick they had [G]no time to [D]warn her,
She [A]never heard anyone [D]say:

Don't [G]cross him, don't boss him,
He's [D]wild in his sorrow,
Ridin' and hidin' his [A7]pain.
Don't [G]fight him, don't spite him,
Just [D]wait 'til tomorrow,
[A]Maybe he'll ride on a[D]gain.[G]   [D/F#]         [D]            [G]               [D]                 [F#]

The [D]yellow haired lady was buried at sunset,
The stranger went free of [A]course.
For you [D]can't hang a man[G] for killing a [D]woman,
[E]Who's trying to steal your [A]horse.
[D]This is the tale of the red headed stranger
And if he should pass your [A]way,
[D]Stay out of path of the [G]ragin' black [D]stallion
And [A]don't lay a hand on the [D]bay.

Don't [G]cross him, don't boss him,
He's [D]wild in his sorrow,
Ridin' and hidin' his [A7]pain.
Don't [G]fight him, don't spite him,
Just [D]wait 'til tomorrow,
[A]Maybe he'll ride on a[D]gain.[G]   [D/F#]         [D]            [G]               [D]                 [F#]