Tuning:

^CThe red-headed stranger from Blue Rock, Montana Rode into town one ^G7day

And ^Cunder his knees was a ^Fraging black ^Cstallion And ^D7walking behind was a ^G7bay

The ^Cred-headed stranger had eyes like thunder And lips that were sad and^G7 tight

His ^Clittle lost love lay a^Fsleep on the hil^Clside And his heart was ^G7heavy as ^Cnight

So don't ^Fcross him don't boss him He's ^Cwild in his sorrow

He's riding and he's hiding his^G7 pain Don't ^Ffight him don't spite him

Just ^Cwait 'til tomorrow Maybe he'll ^G7ride on ^Cagain

A yellow-haired lady leaned out of her window

And watched as he passed her ^G7way And ^Cshe drew back in fear at the ^Fsight of the ^Cstallion

But cast ^D7greedy eyes on the ^G7bay

But ^Chow could she know that the dancing bay pony Meant more to him than ^G7life

For ^Cthis was the horse that his ^Flittle lost ^Cdarling Had ridden when ^G7she was his ^Cwife

So don't ^Fcross him don't boss him He's ^Cwild in his sorrow

He's riding and he's hiding his^G7 pain Don't ^Ffight him don't spite him

Just ^Cwait 'til tomorrow Maybe he'll ^G7ride on ^Cagain

The yellow-haired lady went down to the tavern

And looked up the stranger ^G7there He ^Cbought her a drink and he ^Fgave her some ^Cmoney

But he ^D7just didn't seem to ^G7care

She ^Cfollowed him out as he saddled his stallion And laughed as she grabbed at the ^G7bay

He ^Cshot her so quick they had ^Fno time to warn ^Cher She never ^G7heard anyone ^Csay

So don't ^Fcross him don't boss him He's ^Cwild in his sorrow

He's riding and he's hiding his^G7 pain Don't ^Ffight him don't spite him

Just ^Cwait 'til tomorrow Maybe he'll ^G7ride on ^Cagain

The yellow-haired lady was buried at sunset

The stranger went free of ^G7course For ^Cyou can't hang a man for ^Fkilling a ^Cwoman

Who's ^D7trying to steal your ^G7horse

Now ^Cthis is the tale of the red-headed stranger And if he should pass your ^G7way

Stay ^Cout of the path of the ^Fraging black ^Cstallion And don't lay a ^G7hand on the ^Cbay

So don't ^Fcross him don't boss him He's ^Cwild in his sorrow

He's riding and he's hiding his^G7 pain Don't ^Ffight him don't spite him

Just ^Cwait 'til tomorrow Maybe he'll ^G7ride on ^Cagain

Willie Nelson - Red headed stranger