文本歌词

The Strawberry Roan - Cisco Houston
I was standin' 'round town just a spendin' my time
Out of a job not earnin' a dime
A feller steps up and he said I suppose
You're a bronc bustin' man
By the looks of your clothes
You guessed me right I'm a good one I claim
Do you happen to have any bad ones to tame
He says I've got one and a bad one to buck
At throwin' bronc riders he's had lots of luck
He says this old pony ain't never been rode
And the boy that gets on him is bound to get throwed
I gets all excited and I ask what he pays
To ride this old goat for a couple of days
He offers a ten spot I says I'm your man
For the bronc never lived that I couldn't fan
No the bronc never lived nor he never drew breath
That I couldn't ride till be starved plumb to death
He says get your saddle I'll give you a chance
We got in the buckboard and rode to the ranch
We stayed until morning and right after chuck
We goes out to see how that outlaw could buck
Well down in the horse corral standing alone
Was that old cavayo old strawberry roan
His legs were spavined and he had pigeon toes
Little pig eyes and a big roman nose
Little pin ears that were crimped at the tip
With a big 44 branded 'cross his left hip
He's ewe necked and old with a long lower jaw
You can see with one eye he's a reg'lar outlaw
Well I puts on my spurs and I coils up my twine
I piled my loop on him I'm sure feeling fine
I gets in his middle and opens the blind
I'm right in his middle to see him unwind
He lowered his old neck and I think he unwound
He seemed to quit living down there on the ground
He went up towards the east and came down towards the west
To stay in his middle I'm doin' my best
I'll tell you no foolin' this pony can step
But I'm still in his middle and buildin' a rep
He goes up on all fours and comes down on his side
I don't know what keeps him from losin' his hide
He's about the worst bucker I've seen on the range
He can turn on a nickel and give you some change
I loses my stirrup and also my hat
I starts pulling leather I'm blind as a bat
With a big forward jump he goes up on high
Leaves me sittin' on nothin' way up in the sky
I turns over twice and I comes back to earth
I lights in a cussin' the day of his birth
I know there is ponies I'm unable to ride
Some are still living they haven't all died
I'll bet all my money the man ain't alive
That can stay with old strawberry when he makes his high dive