The red-headed stranger from Blue Rock, Montana, 红头陌生人蓝石，蒙大拿州，

Rode into town one day. 骑马进城一天。

And under his knees was a ragin' black stallion, 而在他的膝盖是拉金的“黑神驹，

And walkin' behind was a bay. 而走着“的背后是一个海湾。

The red-headed stranger had eyes like the thunder, 红头陌生人的眼睛像打雷，

And his lips, they were sad and tight. 而他的嘴唇，他们悲伤和紧张。

His little lost love lay asleep on the hillside, 他有点失落的爱躺在睡在山坡上，

And his heart was heavy as night. 他的心脏很沉重的夜晚。

Don't cross him, don't boss him. 不要越过他，不要他的老板。

He's wild in his sorrow: 他的野性在他的悲哀：

He's ridin' an' hidin his pain. 他坐车一躲到了他的痛苦。

Don't fight him, don't spite him; 不要打他，不要不管他;

Just wait till tomorrow, 只是等到明天，

Maybe he'll ride on again. 也许他会骑一次。

   

A yellow-haired lady leaned out of her window, 黄色头发的女士靠在了她的窗口，

An' watched as he passed her way. 一个“看着他经过她的方式。

She drew back in fear at the sight of the stallion, 她缩回去害怕的种马的视线，

But cast greedy eyes on the bay. 但投上涌贪婪的目光。

But how could she know that this dancin' bay pony, 不过，她怎么会知道这个跳舞湾小马，

Meant more to him than life. 意味着更多的比他的生命。

For this was the horse that his little lost darlin', 因为这是马，他有点失落，亲爱的，

Had ridden when she was his wife. 自己骑的时候，她是他的妻子。

   

Don't cross him, don't boss him. 不要越过他，不要他的老板。

He's wild in his sorrow: 他的野性在他的悲哀：

He's ridin' an' hidin his pain. 他坐车一躲到了他的痛苦。

Don't fight him, don't spite him; 不要打他，不要不管他;

Just wait till tomorrow, 只是等到明天，

Maybe he'll ride on again. 也许他会骑一次。

   

The yellow-haired lady came down to the tavern, 黄色头发的女士来到了酒馆，

An' looked up the stranger there. 在“抬头陌生人那里。

He bought her a drink, an' he gave her some money, 他为她买了饮品， “他给了她一些钱，

He just didn't seem to care. 他只是似乎并不关心。

She followed him out as he saddled his stallion, 她跟着他出去，因为他背负他的种马，

An' laughed as she grabbed at the bay. 一个“笑了，她抓住的海湾。

He shot her so quick, they had no time to warn her, 他枪杀了她这么快，他们没有时间去提醒她，

She never heard anyone say: 她从来没有听到任何人说：

   

"Don't cross him, don't boss him. “不要越过他，不要他的老板。

"He's wild in his sorrow: “他的野性在他的悲哀：

"He's ridin' an' hidin his pain. “他坐车一躲到了他的痛苦。

"Don't fight him, don't spite him; “不要打他，不要不管他;

"Just wait till tomorrow, “只要等到明天，

"Maybe he'll ride on again." “也许他会骑了。”

   

The yellow-haired lady was buried at sunset; 黄色头发的老太太被掩埋在日落;

The stranger went free, of course. 陌生人来到，当然免费。

For you can't hang a man for killin' a woman, 因为你不能挂一个男子杀人的女人，

Who's tryin' to steal your horse. 谁是试着偷你的马。

Tthis is the tale of the red headed stranger, t这是红发的陌生人的故事，

And if he should pass your way, 如果他要通过自己的方式，

Stay out of the path of the ragin' black stallion, 留出拉金的“黑神驹的道路，

And don't lay a hand on the bay. 而且不要下手害海湾。

   

Don't cross him, don't boss him. 不要越过他，不要他的老板。

He's wild in his sorrow: 他的野性在他的悲哀：

He's ridin' an' hidin his pain. 他坐车一躲到了他的痛苦。

Don't fight him, don't spite him; 不要打他，不要不管他;

Just wait till tomorrow, 只是等到明天，

Maybe he'll ride on again. 也许他会骑一次。