Riding with Red - Aaron Watson

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 'bout 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 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 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

So his memory lives on

Oh, and though he’s long gone

I’m still out here riding with Red

Riding with Red