The Strawberry Roan

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 the 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
 For 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 span"
 He said, "Get your saddle, I'll give you a chance"
 In his buckboard we hopped and he drives to the ranch
 I stayed until 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 him and it sure is a fright
 Next comes the saddle and I screws it down tight
 Then I steps on him and I raises the blinds
 Get out the way boys, he's gonna unwind
 He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
 He only lacks 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
 
 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 the 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
 For 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 span"
 He said, "Get your saddle, I'll give you a chance"
 In his buckboard we hopped and he drives to the ranch
 I stayed until 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 him and it sure is a fright
 Next comes the saddle and I screws it down tight
 Then I steps on him and I raises the blinds
 Get out the way boys, he's gonna unwind
 He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
 He only lacks 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