(Ridin' the range with Big Red
Ridin' the range with Big Red)

Fourteen years ago, a quarter horse was born
Red Mambo Junior, he was named
Head strong and handsome,
A giant of a horse
But to me, he was always Big Red
Yes, to me, he was always Big Red

I was twelve at the time, kinda small for my age
And there stood the horse I was to train
But it didn't take me long
To saddle this young bronc
He understood ev'ry move that I made
He understood ev'ry move that I made

I'll be ridin' the range with Big Red
Guidin' the reins 'round his head
He'll listen to me
'Cuz we're both fancy-free
Ridin' the range with Big Red
Ridin' the range with Big Red

I jumped in the saddle, and up on his back
I rode him as best I could
He bucked and he reared
And I bobbed up and down
But I stayed in the saddle until dark
Yes, I stayed in the saddle until dark

Dad could see we were made for each other
And a show horse, Big Red was gonna be
Big Red had a step
So grateful and smart
It would even put Trigger to shame
It could even put Trigger to shame

I'll be ridin' the range with Big Red
Guidin' the reins 'round his head
He'll listen to me
'Cuz we're both fancy-free
Ridin' the range with Big Red
Ridin' the range with Big Red

Now he was ready, so we entered him in
His first competition was in the bag
We didn't even worry
Red was always great
He came home with honours, and a ribbon to boot
He came home with honours, and a ribbon to boot

The rest of the story is written on the wall
You'll find trophies and ribbons, he has won
And I'll keep on ridin' him,
There's no setting sun
It's just, me and Big Red, that's all
It's just, me and Big Red, that's all