Strawberry Roan

Let me tell you a tale and a good one I own of an old

caballo a strawberry roan



I was hangin' round town just a spendin' my time out

of a job and not earnin' a dime



When a stranger steps up and he says



I suppose you're a bronc rider by the looks of your clothes



I says guess your right there's none I can't tame



If its ridin' wild ponies that my middle name



Oh that strawberry roan oh that strawberry roan



He says he's a cayuse that's never been rode



The guy that gets on him is bound to get throwed



Throwed of that strawberry roan



Out in the horse corral standin' alone is an old caballo, a strawberry roan



Spavined old legs and small pigeon toes pair of pig

eyes and a long Roman nose



Little pin ears and they're split at the tip a big

fourty four brand was on his left hip



So I puts on my spurs and I coils up my twine



Says to that stranger that ten spot is mine



Oh that strawberry roan oh that strawberry roan



I'll break him to saddle or break him my own



I'll ride him until he lies down with a grown



Bring on your strawberry roan



Then I puts on my blinds and it sure is a fight



Next comes the saddle I screws her down tight



Steps up aboard him and rises the blind get out the

way boys he's gonna unwind



Shore is a broad walker he heaves a big sigh



He only lacks wings for to be on the fly



He's the worse buckin' bronco I've seen on the range



Turn on a nickle and give you some change



Oh that strawberry roan oh that strawberry roan



That sunfishin' critter's worth leavin' alone



There's nary a buster from Texas to Nome



Can ride that strawberry roan