| Lyrics: | I was hangin' 'round town, just spendin' my time
Out of a job, not earnin' 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 throwin' 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 'til mornin' and right after chuck
I stepped out to see if
this outlaw can buck.
Down in the horse corral standin' 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 is 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 proud 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
spinnin' up there in the sky
I turns over twice and I comes back to earth
I lights in a
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 Old Strawberry
When he makes his high dive |
