Cowboy In The Continental Suit Lyrics - No. 1 Cowboy - Marty Robbins

Well, he walks out in the arena 

All dressed up to the brim 

Said he'd just came down from a place 

Called "Highland Rim" 

Well, he said he came to ride the horse 

The one they call "The Brute" 

But he didn't look like a cowboy 

In his Continental Suit 

We snickered at the way he dressed 

But he never said a word 

He walks 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 looking for 

Was in chute number eight 

He walked up very slowly 

Put his hand upon the gate 

We knew he was a thoroughbred 

When he pulled his sack of "Dukes" 

From the inside pocket 

Of his Continental Suit 

Well, he rolled hisself a "Corley" 

And he lit it standing there 

Blew himself a smoke ring 

And he watched it disappear 

We thought he must be crazy 

When he opened up the gate 

Standing just inside was 

Fifeteen 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 pulled himself up on the back 

Of the horse they called "The Brute" 

Sit 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 this stranger down 

But the stranger didn't give an inch 

He came to ride "The Brute" 

And he came to ride the Buckskin 

In a Continental Suit 

Well, I turned around to look at Jim 

And he was watchin' me 

He 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 stand-still 

Ashamed that he'd been rode 

By a 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 

Everybody listen 

Don't be fooled by this galoot 

This sure-'nough bronc buster 

In a Continental Suit