Strawberry Roan

I was hangin' around town just spendin' my time

I was out of a job not earnin' a dime

When a feller steps up and he says I suppose

You're a bronc rider by the looks of your clothes

Well I tell here's my hand a good one I claim

Have you got any broncos you want me to tame

Then he says he's got one that's bad one to buck

And throwing top riders he's had lots of luck

Then I get so excited and then asked what he pays

For a ride this old buck skin a couple of days

And he offered me ten and I says I'm your guy

For there's no bronc alive this ol' cowhand can't ride

So he says get your saddle I'll give you a chance

And I gets in his buckboard we drive to the ranch

And I stays until morning and right after chuck

I stepped out to see if this old neck would buck

Down there in the corral a standin' alone

Was this top old horseflash called Strawberry Roan

So I tightens my spurs and I climbs on his back

And he jumps and he snords and start ballin' a jack

Then he bold his old neck gave a jump and unwound

And he seemed to quit livin' down here on the ground

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

He can turn on a nickel and give you some change

I have rolled 'em from Texas on up to Montan

I have broke the worst broncos in all of this land

But when he'd left the ground and he gave a big sigh

The only like wings to be able to fly

Then he turned on his ol' belly right up to the sun

For he sure was a rib snortin' son of a gun

And I'll bet all my dough everything that I own

There's no man alive can ride Strawberry Roan