The Strawberry Roan lyrics

I was hanging around town just spendin' my time

Out of a job not earning a dime

A feller steps up and he said I suppose

You're a bronc fighter from the looks of your clothes

You figure me right

I'm a good one I claim

Do you happen to have any bad ones to tame

Said he's got one bad one to buck

For throwin' good riders he's had lots of luck

I get all het up and I ask what he pays

To ride this old nag for a couple of days

He offered me ten and I said I'm your man

A bronc never lived that I couldn't fan

He said get your saddle I'll give you a chance

In his buckboard we hop and he drives to the ranch

I stayed until morning and right after chuck

I stepped out to see if this outlaw can buck

Down in the horse corral standing alone

Is an old cabayou a strawberry roan

His legs're all spathered he's got pidgeon toes

Little pig eyes and a big roman nose

Little pin ears that touch at the tip

A big forty-four brand was on his left hip

"U" neck and old with a long lower jaw

I could see with one eye he's a regular outlaw

I get the blinds on him and it sure is a fright

Next comes my saddle and I screw it down tight

Then I step on him and I raise the blind

Get out the way boys he's gonna unwind

He sure's a frog walker he heaves a big sigh

He only likes wings for to be on the fly

He turns his old belly right up to the sun

He sure is a sun fishin' son of a gun

He's about the worst bucker I've seen on the range

He'll turn on a nickel and give you some change

He hits on all fours and goes up on high

Leaves me a spinning up there in the sky

I turn over twice

And I come back to earth

I like in to cussin' the day of his birth

I know there are ponies that I cannot ride

There's some of them left they haven't all died

I'll bet all my money the man ain't alive

That'll stay with ol' strawberry

When he makes his high dive

• Artist:Marty Robbins
• Album:Gunfighter Ballads And Trail Songs