Ledoux, Chris - Stampede - Amazon.com Music

About the song

When it comes to the world of authentic cowboy music, few names resonate with as much grit and grace as Chris LeDoux. A true icon of the American West, LeDoux wasn’t just a singer he was a rodeo champion, a storyteller, and a man who lived every lyric he sang. And in his high octane, pulse pounding track “Stampede”, LeDoux captures the raw power, chaos, and beauty of both the rodeo ring and the untamed spirit that runs through country life.

“Stampede” isn’t just a song  it’s a musical thunderstorm. Right from the opening chords, the listener is thrown into a whirlwind of galloping rhythms and LeDoux’s signature vocal intensity. The track channels the very essence of a real life stampede: unpredictable, exhilarating, and a little bit dangerous. You can almost hear the hooves pounding the dirt, feel the dust rising, and sense the adrenaline surging through the reins.

But what sets this track apart isn’t just its energyv it’s the authenticity. Chris LeDoux never faked a line in his life. He wrote and performed like a man who had been there, done that, and still had dirt under his fingernails to prove it. In “Stampede”, there’s no gloss, no polish just the raw soul of a man who understood the cowboy way of life. His lyrics evoke wide open plains, sleepless nights under the stars, and the never-ending dance between man and beast.

For longtime fans of Western music, “Stampede” is a reminder of what country used to sound like when it was sung by those who actually lived it. And for those discovering LeDoux for the first time, it’s a mighty introduction to a legend who galloped to the beat of his own drum rugged, real, and unmistakably American.

In a time when modern country sometimes feels more polished than passionate, Chris LeDoux’s “Stampede” stands as a roaring testament to the genre’s wild roots. It’s not just a song. It’s a ride.

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Lyrics

We made camp along Red RiverWatch the cattle as they bedded downBack at the wagons right after supperSpreaded bed rolls on the ground
Me and Willie, we took the night guardAnd the sage never smelled so sweetThe prairie moon was blazing silverNo chance tonight for a stampede
We rode Yonder off in the distanceTowards the mountains there in the westThen I see lightening and I hear thunderMy mind is weary, I could use some rest
Then all at once the wind shifts directionsThe clouds roll in behind the tumble weedsThese longhorn cattle are getting restlessGod help us all if they stampede
Smell the rain and hear the thunderThe midnight sky turns black as deathLightening crashes, smell the sulfurIt’s rank and strong as Satan’s breath
The cattle rise up and go runnin’I spur my pony on to take a leadAnd across the heard I can hear Willie yelling“Hey stampede”
Dust clouds rise as the rain fallsThey mix together, turn the air to mudI feel the long horns brush against meAnd I can feel the demons racing through my blood
Then all at once, my pony stumblesWe hit the ground, I rise up to my kneesIn a flash a light I can see the cattle comingLord I know I’m gonna die in this stampede
Then I wait and I look around meI’m in my bed roll and I’m laying on the groundOver there’s a wagon and there’s the campfireI was only dreaming but what’s that sound?
Then I feel the earth tremble underneath meAs the midnight sky begins to bleedAnd from the blackness I can hear Willie yelling“Hey stampede”

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