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." 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!