Strawberry Roan

I was sittin' round town, I was wastin' my time

Out of a nickel, not a-makin' a dime Fella steps up and he says, "I suppose

You're a bronc rider from the looks of your clothes" Now he guesses me right, and a good one, I claim Don't happen to have any wild ones to tame A good one I've got and he's got lots of bucks And unseatin' top riders, he's had lots of luck I gets all excited, I ask what he pays To see me ride this caballo a couple of days Showed me a ten and I said, "I'm your man" For I've never seen a pony this cowhand can't fan

Never lived and never drew a breath That I couldn't ride him till he starved, plumbed, or dead Says, "Get your riggin', you'll soon get your chance" We got in the buckboard, we drove to the ranch And I stayed there till mornin', till just after chuck Went out to see how this old crowbait could buck Went round the bunkhouse and standin' there alone In the corner of the corral was this Strawberry Roan

He had little pig eyes, big Roman nose Little pin ears and big pigeon toes Had a long drawn tail and a long lower jaw I could tell with one eye, he's a regular outlaw

First came the blinds, had an awful fight Then came the saddle, I cinched her down tight Jumped in his middle and jerked off the blinds Just sittin' there waitin' for him to unwind I'll tell all the world, he surely unwound Seemed like he quit livin' down there on the ground Went up in the east and came down in the west

Me in his middle, a-doin' my best Then first went my stirrups and then went my hat

Left me grabbin' leather, just blind as a bat

And all of a sudden, he made a high dive Left me a-sittin' way up in the sky And just in a moment, I bounced back to earth Layin' there cussin' the day of his birth Yeah, there's one still a-livin', there's one still alive One still a-breathin' that I cannot ride But there's no man a-livin', no man alive Can hang Strawberry Roan when he makes that high dive