Strawberry Roan

I was hanging around town just spending 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 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 buck

At throwing good riders he’s had lots of luck

I gets all het up and I ask what he pays

To ride this old nag for a couple of days

He offered me ten 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 hopped and he drives to the ranch

I stayed till 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 Caballo a Strawberry Roan

His legs are all spavined he’s got pigeon toes

Little pig eyes and a big Roman nose

Little pin ears that touched at the tip

A big 44 brand was on his left hip

U-necked and old with a long lower jaw

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

I gets the blinds on ‘im and it sure is a fright

Next comes the saddle and I screws it down tight

Then I steps on ‘im and I raises the blinds

Get outta the way boys he’s gonna unwind

He sure is a broad 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-fishing 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 turns over twice and I comes back to earth

I lights in a cussing 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

When he makes his high dive