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 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 you're right, there's none I can't tame
If it's 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 off 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 44 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 groan
Bring on your strawberry roan

Then I puts on the 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 of the way, boys, he's gonna unwind

"Sure is a broad walker," he heaves a big sigh
"He only lacks wings for to be on the fly
He's the worst 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

Can ride that strawberry roan