Strawberry Roan

Let me tell you a tale and a good one I own

Of an old caballo, a strawberry roan

I was hangin' 'round town just spendin' my time

Out of a job and not earnin' a dime

When a stranger steps up and he says, "I suppose

You're a bronc rider by the looks of your clothes"

I says, "Guess you're right, there's none I can't tame

If it's ridin' wild ponies, that my middle name"

Oh, that strawberry roan, oh, that strawberry roan

He says he's a cayuse that's never been rode

The guy that gets on him is bound to get throwed

Throwed off of that strawberry roan

Out in the horse corral standin' alone

Is an old caballo, a strawberry roan

Spavined old legs and small pigeon toes

Pair of pig eyes and a long Roman nose

Little pin ears and they're split at the tip

A big 44 brand was on his left hip

So I puts on my spurs and I coils up my twine

Says to that stranger, "That ten spot is mine"

Oh, that strawberry roan, oh, that strawberry roan

I'll break him to saddle or break him my own

I'll ride him until he lies down with a groan

Bring on your strawberry roan

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Then I puts on the blinds and it sure is a fight

Next comes the saddle, I screws her down tight

Steps up aboard him and rises the blind

Get out of the way, boys, he's gonna unwind

"Sure is a broad walker," he heaves a big sigh

"He only lacks wings for to be on the fly

He's the worst buckin' bronco I've seen on the range

Turn on a nickle and give you some change"

Oh, that strawberry roan, oh, that strawberry roan

That sunfishin' critter's worth leavin' alone

There's nary a buster from Texas to Nome

Can ride that strawberry roan

Can ride that strawberry roan