Buckaroo Blues: The Stampede
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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.
Noone 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.

When so to soothe our thirst we had done the worst
And rode up to a nester's well
With our six guns out and without a doubt
The nester would defend himself.
Out he quickly came and we all took aim.
A silver blade was in his hand.
Red pulled out his knife to take the nester's life
Standin' by him, man to man.

Then all at once appeared with no sign of fear.
A girl that boldly changed our plans
She walked right up to Red and shook her golden head
And took the knife right from his hand.

Then she quickly cut the tension in our guts
With a smile that burned like a brand.
Then that demon girl cut off a golden curl
And left it in Red's outstretched hand.

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.
Then 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.

There 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 Ol' Red still clutchin'
A curly lock of golden hair.

Overall Meaning

The song "Buckaroo Blues: The Stampede" tells the story of a trail drive and the cowboys who participated in it. It paints a picture of a hot, dusty night on the trail with the cattle moving beneath the cowboys' feet. As the night wears on, tensions rise, and a confrontation with a nester ensues. However, the situation is defused by the appearance of a brave young girl, who takes control of the situation and saves the group from violence. As the night wears on, a storm rolls in and a stampede ensues, leading to tragedy and death for two of the participants. Despite the death and destruction, the final image is one of love, with Texas Red still clutching a lock of the young girl's golden hair.


The lyrics of the song are nuanced and complex, with lots of attention given to setting the mood and characterizing the cowboys involved. The story is told in a way that is both nostalgic and critical, with a sense that this is a story that needs to be told even if it is not always a pleasant one. The overall effect is to create a sense of admiration for the cowboys' bravery and skill, even as the darker aspects of their world are acknowledged and critiqued.


Line by Line Meaning

When the hot sun sets and the evenin' gets
After the sun sets and the evening arrives


Calm and quiet on the trail.
The trail is peaceful and silent


And the cattle move as their dusty hooves
The sound of cattle hooves pounding the dusty ground


Pound the ground beneath their tail.
The cow's tail moves as they walk


Noone seems to care if a cowpoke stares
No one seems to be bothered by a cowpoke staring


And he feels he's all alone
The cowpoke feels lonely


So we drove that herd with just a few choice words
The herd was directed with a few verbal commands


On that night so long ago.
Referring to a past event


Way on up ahead rode Ol' Texas Red
Texas Red rides at the front


A red bandanna on his face.
Texas Red wears a red bandanna on his face


With his cold gray eyes he searched the northern skies,
Texas Red looks at the skies with cold, gray eyes


A ridin' with an easy grace.
Texas Red rides with ease and grace


On the left was Joe on his old pinto,
Joe rides on an old pinto horse on the left of Texas Red


And Jim Smith was on his right
Jim Smith rides on the right of Texas Red


As for the other eight, well, they were not so great,
The other eight riders are not as experienced


But we needed 'em all that night.
All riders were needed for that night's task


When so to soothe our thirst we had done the worst
The worst was done to quench thirst


And rode up to a nester's well
Riding towards a well owned by a nester


With our six guns out and without a doubt
All six guns were out without hesitation


The nester would defend himself.
The nester would protect himself


Out he quickly came and we all took aim.
The nester quickly appeared, and riders aimed their guns


A silver blade was in his hand.
The nester held a silver blade


Red pulled out his knife to take the nester's life
Texas Red pulled out his knife intending to kill the nester


Standin' by him, man to man.
The nester and Texas Red stood as equals


Then all at once appeared with no sign of fear.
Suddenly, a girl appeared without fear


A girl that boldly changed our plans
The girl boldly changed the riders' plans


She walked right up to Red and shook her golden head
The girl approached Texas Red and shook her golden hair


And took the knife right from his hand.
She took the knife from Texas Red's hand


Then she quickly cut the tension in our guts
The girl quickly eased the tension among the riders


With a smile that burned like a brand.
The girl's smile was bright and memorable


Then that demon girl cut off a golden curl
The girl cut off a curl of her own golden hair


And left it in Red's outstretched hand.
She left the curl in Texas Red's hand


From the north black clouds that looked like funeral shrouds
Black clouds appeared from the north, resembling funeral shrouds


Rolled in with an icy breath.
The clouds brought an icy breath with them


So we faced a fight on that stormy night
The riders prepared to fight on the stormy night


With odds upon the side of death.
The odds were against the riders, and they may face death


In the ghostly hush that fell before the rush
A tense and quiet moment in anticipation of a sudden rush


Came down upon us like a flood
The rush suddenly came, overwhelming them like a flood


Not a word was spoken as the thunder broke
No words were spoken as the thunder cracked


Our spurs dug in 'til they drew blood.
The riders' spurs dug in so deeply that they drew blood


So we watched that herd become a mob that blurred
The riders watched as the herd became a chaotic, blurry mob


And grew into a raging thang.
The herd grew into a furious thing


Then they turned their tail right back down that trail
The cattle changed direction and began running back down the trail


Stampeding from the Norther's stang
The cattle were stampeding from the sting of the north cold wind


Some say that there is beauty in the sound that suits
Some say that the sound of stampeding cattle is beautiful


The purity of mindless panic
The panic of the cattle is pure in its mindlessness


But all that we could see were tons of mindless meat were
The riders only saw the cattle as masses of mindless flesh


Headed for that nester's shack
The cattle were headed towards the nester's shack


Death was now at stake so we had to break
Death was imminent, and the riders had to act


The rhythm of the raging herd.
The riders had to break the rhythm of the herd's rage


Then as the lightning flashed we saw a rider pass
A rider passed by amid flashes of lightning


A ghostly shape with shining spurs.
The rider was ghostly with shining spurs


It was Texas Red who pulled on out ahead,
The rider ahead was Texas Red


And grabbed the girl with hair of gold.
Texas Red grabbed the girl with golden hair


But then we couldn't see because his horse's knee
His horse's knee blocked our view


Buckled as he hit a hole.
The horse buckled as it hit a hole


There we found the two where the north wind blew
The two were found where the north wind blew


Golden hair across his chest.
The girl's golden hair was across Texas Red's chest


And her fingers dug into his arms 'til blood
The girl's fingers dug into Texas Red's arms until he bled


Had made a pool beside her dress.
Blood had pooled beside the girl's dress


On the trail they lay at the break of day.
The two lay on the trail at daybreak


As we stood around and stared
The riders stood around and gazed


At their lips still touchin' and Ol' Red still clutchin'
The kiss between them was still happening, and Texas Red held the girl's hair


A curly lock of golden hair.
The lock of hair that Texas Red held was curly and golden




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