The Strawberry Roan

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[Verse 1]
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I was hangin' 'round town, just 
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spendin' my time
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Out of a job, not earnin' a dime
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A feller steps up and he said, "I 
suppose
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You're a bronc fighter from looks of
 your clothes."
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"You figures me right, I'm a good 
one." I claim
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"Do you happen to have any bad ones 
to tame?"
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Said "He's got one, a bad one to 
buck
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At throwin' good riders, he's had 
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lots of luck."

[Verse 2]
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I gets all het up and I ask what he 
pays
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To ride this old nag for a couple of
 days
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He offered me ten; I said, "I'm your
 man,
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A bronc never lived that I couldn't
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 span."
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He said: "Get your saddle, I'll give
 you a chance"
In his buckboard we hopped and he 
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drives to the ranch
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I stayed 'til mornin' and right 
after chuck
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I stepped out to see if this 
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outlaw can buck

[Verse 3]
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Down in the horse corral standin' 
alone
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Is an old Caballo, a Strawberry Roan
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His legs are all spavined, he's got 
pigeon toes
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Little pig eyes and a big Roman nose
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Little pin ears that touched at the 
tip
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A big 44 brand was on his left hip
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U-necked and old, with a long, lower
 jaw
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I could see with one eye, he's a 
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regular outlaw

[Verse 4]
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I gets the blinds on 'im and it sure
 is a fright
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Next comes the saddle and I screws 
it down tight
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Then I steps on 'im and I raises the
 blinds
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Get outta the way boys, he's gonna 
unwind
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He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves 
a big sigh
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He only lacks wings, for to be on 
the fly
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He turns his old belly right up to 
the sun
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He sure is a sun-fishin', 
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son-of-a-gun

[Verse 5]
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He's about the worst bucker I've 
seen on the range
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He'll turn on a Nickel and give you 
some change
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He hits on all fours and goes up on 
high
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Leaves me a spinnin' up there in the
 sky
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I turns over twice and I comes back 
to earth
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I lights in a cussin' the day of his
 birth
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I know there are ponies that I 
cannot ride
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There's some of them left, they 
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haven't all died
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I'll bet all my money, the man ain't
 alive
That'll stay with Old Strawberry 
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when he makes his high dive