| Lyrics: | The Strawberry Roan
I was standin' 'round town just a-spendin' my time,
Nothin' else to
spend, not even a dime
When a feller steps up and he says, "I suppose
You're a bronc'
bustin' man by the looks of your clothes."
"You guessed me right, and a good one," I
claim,
"Do you happen to have ay bad ones to tame?"
He says, "I've got one and a bad one
to buck;
At throwin' bronc riders he's had lots of luck."
cho:
Well, it's
oh, that strawberry roan,
Oh, that strawberry roan!
He says, "This old pony
ain't never been rode,
And the boy that gets on him is sure to get throwed."
Oh,
that strawberry roan!
I gets all excited and I ask what he pays
To ride this old
goat for a couple of days.
He offers a ten spot. I says, "I'm your man,
For the bronc
never lived that I couldn't fan;
No, the bronc never lived, nor he never drew breath
That
I couldn't ride till be starved plumb to death."
He says, "Get your saddle, I'll give you a
chance."
We got in the buckboard and rode to the ranch.
Well, it's oh, that
strawberry roan,
Oh, that strawberry roan!
We stayed until morning, and right
after chuck
We goes out to see how that outlaw could buck.
Oh, that strawberry
roan!
Well, down in the horse corral standing alone,
Was that old cavayo, old
strawberry roan.
His legs were spavined, and he had pigeon toes,
Little pig eyes and a big
Roman nose,
Little pin ears that were crimped at the tip,
With a big 44 branded 'cross his
left hip;
He's ewe-necked and old, with a long lower jaw,
You can see with one eye he's a
reg'lar outlaw.
Well, it's oh, that strawberry roan,
Oh, that strawberry
roan!
He's ewe-necked and old, with a long lower jaw,
You can see with one eye
he's a reg'lar outlaw.
Oh, that strawberry roan!
Well I puts on my spurs
and I coils up my twine,
I piled my loop on him, I'm sure feeling fine.
I piled my loop on
him, and well I knew then,
If I rode this old pony, I'd sure earn my ten,
I put the blinds
on him, it sure was a fight,
Next comes my saddle, I screws her down tight
I gets in his
middle and opens the blind,
I'm right in his middle to see him unwind
Well, it's oh, that strawberry roan,
Oh, that strawberry roan!
He lowered his
old neck and I think he unwound
He seemed to quit living down there on the ground
Oh, that strawberry roan!
He went up towards the east and came down towards the
west,
To stay in his middle I'm doin' my best,
He's about the worst bucker I've seen on
the range
He can turn on a nickel and give you some change.
He turns his old belly right
up to the sun
He sure is one sun-fishin' son of a gun!
I'll tell you, no foolin', this
pony can step,
But I'm still in his middle and buildin' a rep
Well, it's
oh, that strawberry roan,
Oh, that strawberry roan!
He goes up on all fours and
comes down on his side
I don't know what keeps him from losin' his hide
Oh, that
strawberry roan!
I loses my stirrup and also my hat,
I starts pulling leather,
I'm blind as a bat;
With a big forward jump he goes up on high
Leaves me sittin' on
nothin' way up 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 is ponies I'm unable to ride
Some are still
living, they haven't all died.
Well, it's oh, that strawberry roan,
Oh, that strawberry roan!
I'll bet all my money the man ain't alive
That can
stay with old strawberry when he makes his high
dive.
Oh, that strawberry
roan!
Note: As the late George Gobel said, this is one of them songs
about a
horse that couldn't be rode and a cowboy that
couldn't be throwed and one of them gets
rode, or throwed,
or somethin'. RG
Recorded by Cisco Houston
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