Marty Robbins – The Strawberry Roan (Guitar)

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I was hangin' 'round town, just spendin' my time

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Out of a job, not earnin' a dime

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A feller steps up and he said, "I suppose

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You're a bronc fighter from looks of your clothes."

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"You figures me right, I'm a good one." I claim

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"Do you happen to have any bad ones to tame?"

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Said "He's got one, a bad one to buck

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At throwin' good riders, he's had lots of luck."

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I gets all het up and I ask what he pays

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To ride this old nag for a couple of days

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He offered me ten; I said, "I'm your man,

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A bronc never lived that I couldn't span."

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He said: "Get your saddle, I'll give you a chance"

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In his buckboard we hopped and he drives to the ranch

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I stayed 'til mornin' and right after chuck

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I stepped out to see if this outlaw can buck

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Down in the horse corral standin' alone

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Is an old Caballo, a Strawberry Roan

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His legs are all spavined, he's got pigeon toes

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Little pig eyes and a big Roman nose

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Little pin ears that touched at the tip

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A big 44 brand was on his left hip

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U-necked and old, with a long, lower jaw

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I could see with one eye, he's a regular outlaw

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I gets the blinds on 'im and it sure is a fright

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Next comes the saddle and I screws it down tight

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Then I steps on 'im and I raises the blinds

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Get outta the way boys, he's gonna unwind

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He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh

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He only lacks wings, for to be on the fly

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He turns his old belly right up to the sun

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He sure is a sun-fishin', son-of-a-gun

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He's about the worst bucker I've seen on the range

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He'll turn on a Nickel and give you some change

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He hits on all fours and goes up on high

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Leaves me a spinnin' up there in the sky

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I turns over twice and I comes back to earth

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I lights in a cussin' the day of his birth

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I know there are ponies that I cannot ride

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There's some of them left, they haven't all died

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I'll bet all my money, the man ain't alive

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That'll stay with Old Strawberry when he makes his high dive