Somewhere on the prairie a yellow stud runs free
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Runnin' through the sage brush down through the coulees
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And there not far behind him a cowboy rides along
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He's gonna try to catch him and break him for his own
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The chase goes on all morning and late into the day
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The cowboy changes horses he staked along the way
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The stud is growin' weaker now and gettin' short of wind
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He runs into the trap corral the cowboy shuts him in
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The yellow stud with wild eyes, the feared hated man
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Finally standin' face to face in the hot and dusty sand
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The battle starts and rages on beneath the burning sun
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The cowboy tried but couldn't ride that yellow outlaw stud
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So he sold him to a rodeo and it spread throughout the land
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The legend of this yellow stud, the baddest of the bad
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And then one day in Cheyenne we knew it had to come
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The best of all bronc riders he drew that yellow stud.
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The wooden gate flew open and the stud had bailed out high
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An explosion of yellow horse seemed to fill the sky
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The stud kept getting stronger and thrashing up the earth
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The cowboy blew a stirrup and crashed into the dirt
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So violently the stud had bucked that he slipped and fell
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As he went down his backbone snapped the yellow stud lay still
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As the cowboys gathered round him I heard one of 'em say
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There'll never be another bronc like the one that died today
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But out there on the praire there's a mare with mustang blood
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And a colt runs close beside her a yellow outlaw stud
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Yellow Stud
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Chris LeDoux |