Willie Nelson — Blue Rock Montana / Red Headed Stranger

Well he rode into Blue Rock, dusty and tired And he got him a room for the night He lay there in silence with too much on his mind Still hoping that he was not right But he found them that evening at a tavern in town In a quiet little out-of-the-way place And they smiled at each other when he walked through the door And they died with their smiles on their faces They died with a smile on their face Don't boss him, don't cross him, he's wild in his sorrow He's riding and hiding his pain Don't fight him, don't spite him, just wait 'til tomorrow Maybe he'll ride on again