Cry Stampede

The night was a-blaze with the heavenly fire

Of lightnin', wind, and rain.

And the sound of thunder is spookin' the herd

And I fear there'll be a stampede.

The cattle are starting to mill around,

Their bellows strike fear in my heart.

I know if the stom lasts very much longer,

There's bound to be a stampede.

"Stampede!" (echo: "stampede!")

Cry "Stampede!" (cry "stampede!")

The thing that a cowboy fears the most

Is "Stampede!"

As I sit in the saddle, the night's wearin' on

And the storm is lingering still.

The lightnin's glare on the restless herd

Makes it seem like a sea's angry swell.

Then, all of a sudden, a bolt of fire

Strikes the tree where my pony stands.

As I fall to the ground, I can hear the sound

Of a drover yellin' "Stampede!"

"Stampede!" (echo: "stampede!")

Cry "Stampede!" (cry "stampede!")

The thing that a cowboy fears the most

Is "Stampede!"

For a moment I lay in the mud half dazed.

I could hear the herd bearin' down.

And I crawled in a ditch where a tree came to rest

And I crouched between it and the ground.

It seems like a miracle of God's hand.

It's over and I'm still alive

And I thank the "Trail Boss" up in the sky

For sparin' me from the stampede.

"Stampede!" (echo: "stampede!")

Cry "Stampede!" (cry "stampede!")

The thing that a cowboy fears the most

Is "Stampede!"