Stampede - The Sons Of The Pioneers

Lightning a flashin' everywhere

Thunder a rollin' through the air

Wind and rain, cattle look insane

This herd might stampede tonight

Clouds are drivin' cross the moonless sky

Cattle a rollin' frightened eyes

Keep 'em close and tight

Cowboy pray with all you might

That this herd won’t stampede tonight

There’s lightning, there’s thunder

There’s wind and rain, stampede!

Ten thousand cattle on the run

Pray for an early morning sun

Lightning stabs the skies

Cattle drop and never rise, stampede!

Ten thousand cattle in flight

The devil’s ridin' herd tonight

The thunder of the hooves and the fury from the skies

Don’t get out in front or every man dies

Cold black clouds like funeral shrouds

Roll down their icy threat

And we face to fight this raging night

With odds on the side death

For a stampeding herd

When it’s panic is stirred

Is a thing for a cowboy to shun

For no mortal man ever holds command

When the cattle are on the run

Stampede!

The rising of the wind sends out its wail

Drivin' cattle down an endless trail

Rollin' thunder booms sending cattle to their doom

Stampede!

Stampede!

Stampede…