Текст: Chris Ledoux. Yellow Stud.

Somewhere on the Prairie, a yellow stud runs free
Runnin' through the sage brush, down through the coolies
There not far behind him, a cowboy rides along
He's gonna try to catch him and break him for his own

The chase goes on all morning and late into the day
The cowboy changes horses, he staked along the way
The stud is growin' weaker, now and gettin' short of wind
He runs into the trap corral, the cowboy shuts him in

The yellow stud with wild eye, the feared hated man
Finally standin' face to face in the hot and dusty sand
The battle starts and rages on beneath the burning sun
Cowboy tried but couldn't ride that yellow outlaw stud

So he sold him to a Rodeo and it spread throughout the land
The legend of this yellow stud, the baddest of the bad
And then one day in Cheyenne we knew it had to come
The best of all Bronc riders, he drew that yellow stud

The wooden gate flew open and the stud, he bailed out high
An explosion of yellow horse seemed to fill the sky
The stud kept getting stronger and thrashing up the earth
Cowboy blew a stirrup, crashed into the dirt

So violently the stud had bucked that he slipped and fell
As he went down back his backbone snapped the yellow stud lay still

Well, his cowboys gathered 'round him, I heard one of 'em say
There'll never be another Bronc like the one that died today
But out there on the Prairie there's a mare with Mustang blood
And a colt runs close behind her, a yellow outlaw stud