A great song by Willie. No Capo, Standard Tuing D The red headed stranger from Blue Rock, Montana, A Rode into town one day. D G D And under his knees, was a raging black stallion, E A Walking behind was a bay. D The red headed stranger had eyes like thunder, A And his lips they were sad and tired. D G D His little lost love lay asleep on the hillside, A D G D And his heart was as heavy as night. G Don't cross him, don't boss him, D He's wild in his sorrow, A7 Ridin' and hidin' his pain. G Don't fight him, don't spite him, D Just wait 'til tomorrow, A D G D/F# D G D/F# Maybe he'll ride on again. D Yellow haired lady leaned out of her window, A Watched as he passed her way. D G D She drew back in fear at the sight of the stallion, E A But cast greedy eyes on the bay. D How could she know that the dancin' bay pony A Meant more to him than life? D G D This was the horse that his little lost darlin' A D Had ridden when she was his wife. G Don't cross him, don't boss him, D He's wild in his sorrow, A7 Ridin' and hidin' his pain. G Don't fight him, don't spite him, D Just wait 'til tomorrow, A D G D/F# D G D/F# Maybe he'll ride on again. D Yellow haired lady came down to the tavern, A And looked up the stranger there. D G D He bought her a drink and gave her some money, E A He just didn't seem to care. D She followed him out as he saddled the stallion, A And laughed as she grabbed at the bay. D G D He shot her so quick they had no time to warn her, A D She never heard anyone say: G Don't cross him, don't boss him, D He's wild in his sorrow, A7 Ridin' and hidin' his pain. G Don't fight him, don't spite him, D Just wait 'til tomorrow, A D G D/F# D G D/F# Maybe he'll ride on again. D The yellow haired lady was buried at sunset, A The stranger went free of course. D G D For you can't hang a man for killing a woman, E A Who's trying to steal your horse. D This is the tale of the red headed stranger A And if he should pass your way, D G D Stay out of path of the ragin' black stallion A D And don't lay a hand on the bay. G Don't cross him, don't boss him, D He's wild in his sorrow, A7 Ridin' and hidin' his pain. G Don't fight him, don't spite him, D Just wait 'til tomorrow, A D G D/F# D G D/F# Maybe he'll ride on again.