The Strawberry Roan Lyrics - Moe Bandy

I was hanging round town, just spending my time 

Being out of a job and not earning a dime 

A fellow walks up and he says, "I suppose 

You're a bronc rider, from the looks of your clothes" 

"Well, you figured me right and I'm a good one, I claim 

Would you happen to have any outlaws to tame?" 

He says, "I've got one and a good one to buck 

At throwing top riders, he's had lots of luck" 

He says this, here's one pony that's never been rode 

And the man that gets on him is bound to get thrown 

I got all heated up and I asked what he'd pay 

To ride this old nag for a couple of days 

Well, he offered me ten and I say, "I'm your man 

For the bronc isn't living that I couldn't fan" 

He says, "Get your saddle, I'll give you the chance" 

So we hopped in his buckboard and rode to his ranch 

Out in the horse corral, standing alone 

Is an old Cavallo, a strawberry Roan 

Little pin ears that touch at the tip 

A big 44 brand upon his left hip 

He was spavined all round and he had pigeon toes 

Little pig eyes and a big Roman nose 

U-necked and old, with a long lower jaw 

You could tell at a glance, he's a regular outlaw 

Well, I buckle on my spurs and I'm sure feeling fine 

I pull down my hat and I pick up my twine 

Throw my loop on him and well, I know then 

Before he gets rode, I'll sure earn my ten 

I get the blinds on him with a terrible fight 

Next comes the saddle and I cinch him up tight 

Then I step on him and raise up the blinds 

"Get out of the way, boys, he's bound to unwind" 

Well, I threw him his head and I'll say he unwound 

He seemed to quit living down here on the ground 

Went up in the east and come down in the west 

I'm sitting up on him and doing my best 

He sure was a frog-walker, he heaved a big sigh 

He only lacked wings for to be on the fly 

Turned his old belly right up to the sun 

He sure was a sun fishing son of a gun 

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

He could turn on a nickel and give you some change 

I lost both my stirrups and also my hat 

I'm reaching for leather and blind as a bat 

He come down on all fours and he went up on high 

And he left me a-spinning up there in the sky 

Turned over twice and I come down to the earth 

And I lit into cussing the day of his birth 

Now I know there's ponies that I cannot ride 

There's some of them living, they haven't all died 

But I'll bet my money there's no man alive 

Who can stay with old Strawberry when he makes his high dive