歌手:The Residents
专辑:《Cube E: Live in Holland (The History of American Music in 3 EZ Pieces)》

When the hot sun sets and the evenin’ gets
Calm and quiet on the trail
And the cattle move as their dusty hooves
Pound the ground beneath their tail
No one seems to care if a cowpoke stares
And he feels he's all alone
So we drove that herd with just a few choice words
On that night so long ago
Way on up ahead rode Ol’ Texas Red
a red bandanna on his face
With his cold gray eyes he searched the northern skies
A ridin' with an easy grace
On the left was Joe on his old pinto
And Jim Smith was on his right
As for the other eight, well, they were not so great
But we needed em all that night
From the north black clouds that looked like funeral shrouds
Rolled in with an icy breath
So we faced a fight on that stormy night
With odds upon the side of death
In the ghostly hush that fell before the rush
Came down upon us like a flood
Not a word was spoken as the thunder broke
Our spurs dug in til they drew blood
So we watched that herd become a mob that blurred
And grew into a raging thang
As they turned their tail right back down that trail
Stampeding from the Norther's stang
Some say that there is beauty in the sound that suits
The purity of mindless panic
But all that we could see were tons of mindless meat were
Headed for that nester's shack
Death was now at stake so we had to break
The rhythm of the raging herd
Then as the lightning flashed we saw a rider pass
a ghostly shape with shining spurs
It was Texas Red who pulled on out ahead
And grabbed the girl with hair of gold
But then we couldn't see because his horse 's knee
Buckled as he hit a hole
So we found the two where the north wind blew
Golden hair across his chest
And her fingers dug into his arms til blood
Had made a pool beside her dress
On the trail they lay at the break of day
As we stood around and stared
At their lips still touchin' and o! Red still clutchin‘
a curly lock of golden hair