The night was a-blaze with the heavenly fire Of lightnin', wind, and rain. And the sound of thunder is spookin' the herd And I fear there'll be a stampede. The cattle are starting to mill around, Their bellows strike fear in my heart. I know if the stom lasts very much longer, There's bound to be a stampede. "Stampede!" (echo: "stampede!") Cry "Stampede!" (cry "stampede!") The thing that a cowboy fears the most Is "Stampede!" As I sit in the saddle, the night's wearin' on And the storm is lingering still. The lightnin's glare on the restless herd Makes it seem like a sea's angry swell. Then, all of a sudden, a bolt of fire Strikes the tree where my pony stands. As I fall to the ground, I can hear the sound Of a drover yellin' "Stampede!" "Stampede!" (echo: "stampede!") Cry "Stampede!" (cry "stampede!") The thing that a cowboy fears the most Is "Stampede!" For a moment I lay in the mud half dazed. I could hear the herd bearin' down. And I crawled in a ditch where a tree came to rest And I crouched between it and the ground. It seems like a miracle of God's hand. It's over and I'm still alive And I thank the "Trail Boss" up in the sky For sparin' me from the stampede. "Stampede!" (echo: "stampede!") Cry "Stampede!" (cry "stampede!") The thing that a cowboy fears the most Is "Stampede!"