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Chris Ledoux

Genres: Country

Cowboy In The Continental Suit Lyrics - Chris Ledoux

He walked out in the arena all dressed up to the brim 

Said he just came down from a place called Highland Rim 

And he said he came to ride the horse the one they called the Brute 

But he didn't look like a cowboy in the continental suit 

 

We snickered at the way he dressed but he never said a word 

Walked on by the rest of us as if he hadn't heard 

A thousand bucks went to the man who could ride this wild cayuse 

A meaner horse was never born than the one they called the Brute 

 

The horse that he was lookin' for was in chute number eight 

Walked up very slowly put his hand upon the gate 

We knew he was a purebred when he pulled a sack o' Deuce 

From the inside pocket of his continental suit 

 

He rolled himself a quirly and he lit it standin' there 

Blew himself a smoke ring and he watched it disappear 

We thought he must be crazy as he opened up the gate 

Standin' just inside was fifteen hundred pounds of hate 

 

The buckskin tried to run him down but the stranger was too quick 

He stepped aside and threw his arms around the horse's neck 

And he pulled himself upon the back of the horse they called the Brute 

Sat like he was born there in his continental suit 

 

The Brute's hind end was in the air his front end on the ground 

Kickin' and a squealin' tryin' to shake the stranger down 

But the stranger wouldn't give an inch he came to ride the Brute 

He came to ride that buckskin in a continental suit 

 

I turned around to look at Jim but he was watchin' me 

Said I don't believe the crazy things I think I see 

But I think I see the outlaw the one they call the Brute 

Ridden by a cowboy in a continental suit 

 

The Brute came to a standstill ashamed that he'd been rode 

By some city cowboy in some continental clothes 

The stranger took his money and we don't know where he went 

We don't know where he came from and we haven't seen him since 

 

The moral of this story never judge by what they wear 

Underneath some ragged clothes could be a millionaire 

So everybody listen don't be fooled by this galoot 

Sure enough bronc rider in his continental suit 

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