Song Description

In a spaghetti western style, the singer reminisces about his favorite horse.

Lyrics

Red Rider
(c) 2005 Jason Paul Johnston

I've got an old red rider - and I know just where it's been
It's been to the end of the Rio Grande - and the fields of Wisconsin
It's a history map of trouble - see the bullets in the skin
It's been left for dead twice counting - and it's half alive again
Red rider

Red he steps up in the thick of it, and stands off in the thin
Got a mind that I can't realize - and leaves me wondering
What the other folks are thinking - when they trade their old horse in
I'd say it's just about the same - as turning in a friend
Red rider

Red saved by life a dozen times and never looked for thanks
Never took more than was offered and never had too much to drank
Always kept his mind on duty and in trouble did not shake
At the ripping sound of outlaw guns he would trampled them like snakes
Red Rider

Someday soon the night will come when I lay old Red to rest
When I've saddle up for one last time and brush his dusty chest
I'll put an apple by his pale mouth but he will feed no more
As he drifts off thinking fondly of the long days that we rode - red rider
Red Rider