There's just one word I don't want to hear

When I heard it called it cost a friend quite dear

I can hear it echo as though it were now

When I was a chasin' of the long horned cow

Stampede they're comin' up to draw

Stampede three thousand herd or more

Here they come a smokin' fire boys you better earn your hire

Stampede and hell to score

Now Frank he was my partner he rode point upon my heart

We drank and fought and partnered back to back at troubles start

We heard the call on evening in the thunder and the black

When the lightnin' hit the leaders and the devil led the pack

Stampede they're comin' up to draw...

Our horses they were handy for we had just rode in

We went from drinkin' coffee to thinkin' of our sins

There wasn't time for prayin' there was hardly time to cuss

It was a smokin' roarin' rattle and the leaders were on us

Stampede they're comin' up to draw...

Old Frank's foot it missed the stirrup and his hand it missed the horn

And as the cattle crossed him from his body life was torn

I was mounted and a ridin' when I heard his final yell

Said hey Johnny head the wild bunch and do the ladies well

Stampede they're comin' up to draw...

No I ain't got no partner cause old Frank's done dead and gone

But just so he'd be remembered Peter put him in this song

Some admire headstones but I think he'd like this best

He weren't fancy in his livin' so he ain't fancy in his rest

Stampede they're comin' up to draw...