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Lyrics for The Cowboy In The Continental Suit by Marty Robbins:
| | | Artist: | Marty Robbins |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | The Cowboy In The Continental Suit | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 92 | | | | Lyrics: | Well, he walks out in the arena
All dressed up to the brim
Said he'd just came down from a
place
Called "Highland Rim"
Well, he said he came to ride the horse
The one they call
"The Brute"
But he didn't look like a cowboy
In his Continental Suit
We
snickered at the way he dressed
But he never said a word
He walks on by the rest of
us
As if he hadn't heard
A thousand bucks went to the man
Who could ride this wild
cayuse
A meaner horse was never born
Than the one they called "The Brute"
The
horse that he was looking for
Was in chute number eight
He walked up very slowly
Put
his hand upon the gate
We knew he was a thoroughbred
When he pulled his sack of
"Dukes"
From the inside pocket
Of his Continental Suit
Well, he rolled hisself
a "Corley"
And he lit it standing there
Blew himself a smoke ring
And he watched it
disappear
We thought he must be crazy
When he opened up the gate
Standing just inside
was
Fifeteen hundred pounds of hate
The Buckskin tried to run him down
But the
stranger was too quick
He stepped aside and threw his arms
Around the horse's
neck
And pulled himself up on the back
Of the horse they called "The Brute"
Sit like
he was born there
In his Continental Suit
"The Brute's" hind-end was in the
air
His front end on the ground
Kickin' and a-squealin', tryin' to
Shake this
stranger down
But the stranger didn't give an inch
He came to ride "The Brute"
And he
came to ride the Buckskin
In a Continental Suit
Well, I turned around to look at
Jim
And he was watchin' me
He said, "I don't believe
The crazy things I think I
see
But I think I see the outlaw
The one they call "The Brute"
Ridden by a
cowboy
In a Continental Suit"
"The Brute" came to a stand-still
Ashamed that
he'd been rode
By a city cowboy in
Some Continental clothes
The stranger took his
money
And we don't know where he went
We don't know where he came from
And we haven't
seen him since
The moral of this story:
Never judge by what they
wear
Underneath some ragged clothes
Could be a millionaire
Everybody
listen
Don't be fooled by this galoot
This sure-'nough bronc buster
In a Continental
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