The Strawberry Roan Lyrics

Let me tell you a tale a good one I own
of a Buckin' old bronc a strawberry roan
I was hangin' round town not earnin' a dime
Out of a job just spendin' my time

When a stranger steps up and he says I suppose
You're a bronc bustin' man
from the looks of your clothes
So I says guess your right there's none I can't tame
If its ridin' wild ponies that my middle name

Oh that strawberry roan, oh that strawberry roan,
They say he's a cayuse that's never been rode
And the guy that gets on him is bound to be throwed
Throwed off that strawberry roan

So I puts on the blinds it sure was a fight
Then my saddle comes next and I screws it down tight
The I piles on his back and well I knew then
If I ride this old pony I'll sure earn my ten

For he bowed own kneck and He leaped from the ground
Twenty circles he made before he came down He's the worst buckin' bronc I've seen on the range
He can turn on a nickle and give you some change

Oh that strawberry roan, oh that strawberry roan,
he went up toward the East and came down toward the
West
To stay in his middle I'm doin' my best
On that ol' strawberry roan

There's no foolin' now say, this pony can step
But I'm still sittin' tight and earnin' a rep
When my stirrup I lose and also my hat
And I starts pullin' leather as blind as a bat

And he makes one more jump he's headed up high
Leave me sittin' on air way up in the sky
Guess I turned over twice and comes back to earth
And I starts into cussin' the day of his birth

Oh that strawberry roan, Oh that strawberry roan
That sun-fishin' critter's worth leavin' alone
There's narry a buster from Texas to Nome
Could ride that strawberry roan

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