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 about 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 the 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 the 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
Though his memory lives on Oh,
and though he's long gone
I'm still out here riding with the Red
Riding with the Red