Marty Robbins - The Strawberry Roan Lyrics
I was hangin' 'round town, just spendin' my timeOut of a job, not earnin' a dimeA feller steps up and he said, "I supposeYou're a bronc fighter from looks of your clothes.""You figures me right, I'm a good one." I claim"Do you happen to have any bad ones to tame?"Said "He's got one, a bad one to buckAt throwin' good riders, he's had lots of luck."I gets all het up and I ask what he paysTo ride this old nag for a couple of daysHe offered me ten; I said, "I'm your man,A bronc never lived that I couldn't fun."He said: "Get your saddle, I'll give you a chance"In his buckboard we hopped and he drives to the ranchI stayed 'til mornin' and right after chuckI stepped out to see if this outlaw can buck.Down in the horse corral standin' aloneIs an old Caballo, a Strawberry RoanHis legs are all spavined, he's got pigeon toesLittle pig eyes and a big Roman noseLittle pin ears that touched at the tipA big 44 brand was on his left hipU-necked and old, with a long, lower jawI could see with one eye, he's a regular outlaw.I gets the blinds on 'I'm and it sure is a frightNext comes the saddle and I screws it down tightThen I steps on 'I'm and I raises the blindsGet outta the way boys, he's gonna unwindHe sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sighHe only lacks wings, for to be on the flyHe turns his old belly right up to the sunHe sure is a sun-fishin', son-of-a-gun.He's about the worst bucker I've seen on the rangeHe'll turn on a Nickel and give you some changeHe hits on all fours and goes up on highLeaves me a spinnin' up there in the skyI turns over twice and I comes back to earthI lights in a cussin' the day of his birthI know there are ponies that I cannot rideThere's some of them left, they haven't all died.I'll bet all my money, the man ain't aliveThat'll stay with Old StrawberryWhen he makes his high dive.
