Karaoké The Strawberry Roan Marty Robbins

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 fan

He said Get your saddle

I'll give you a chance

In his buckboard we hops 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 touch at the tip

A big forty-four 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 blind

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 the 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