Riding with Red

By about the time that I came around
He’d grown tired, his health was headed southbound
He was slow climbing in the saddle
But once he was up, he could fly
Lord, he could fly
He told me stories 'bout California gold
Working with Shorty in that West Texas cold
He was rough as a cob, tougher than nails
But when he talked about her, he would cry
Oh, how he’d cry
And I learned how to rope and I learned how to pray
And how actions speak louder than any words you may say
Like busting broncs I’ve hung on for dear life
To everything that he ever said
Oh, and though he’s long gone
I’m still out here riding with Red
I never liked or learned too much from school
He taught me the hard knocks and the Golden Rule
How to chew, how to spit, work hard and never quit
He gave me money so I could spend it on the girls
And I learned how to rope and I learned how to pray
And how actions speak louder than any words you may say
Like busting broncs I’ve hung on for dear life
To everything that he ever said
Oh, and though he’s long gone
I’m still out here riding with Red
And I learned how to rope and I learned how to pray
And how actions speak louder than any words you may say
And like busting broncs I’ve hung on for dear life
To everything that he ever said
And I’ll keep singing his song
So his memory lives on
Oh, and though he’s long gone
I’m still out here riding with Red
Riding with Red