Collected by: Douglas Haynie
for Miss M.C, Parler
I was layin round town just spending my time
Out of a job and not making a dime
When up steps a feller and says, "I suppose
You're a bronco rider by the looks of your clothes."
Well he guesses me right and a good one I'll claim, "Do you happen to have any bad ones to tame?"
He says he has one that's a good one to buck And a throwin good riders he's had lots of luck.
He says, this old broco hasn't never been road,
The guy that gets on him is sure to get throwed,
I gets all excited and asked what he pays To ride this old pony a couple of days.
He offers me a ten spot and says, "I'm your man The bronc never lived that I cannot fan
The bronc never tried nor he never drew breath
That I connot ride till he starves plumb to death."
He says, "Get your saddle, I'll give you a chance." We got in the buck board and went to the ranch We waited till morning right after chick,
I went out to see if that outlaw could buck.
Down in the horse corrall standing alone Was this old cabayo of Strawberry Roan.
He had little pin ears that touched at the tip And a big 44 brand on the left hip.
He was spavined all round and had pigeon toes,
Little pig eyes and a big roman nose,
He was yew necked and old with a long lower jaw,
You could tell at a glance he was a regular outlaw.
I buckled on my spurs and I was feeling plumb fine Pulled down my had and curled up my twine,
I throwed the loop at him well I knew the,
Before I had rode him I'd sure earn my ten.
I got the blind on him with a terrible fight,
Next came the saddle and I screwed it down tight Then I stepped on him and pulled up the blind I'm sittin in his middle to see him unwind.
Sung by: Mr. R.K. Moore
November 26, 1960 Benton, Arkansas
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STRAW ERRY ROAN, cont.
He bowed his old neck and I'll say he unwound He seemed to quit living down there on the ground,
He went up to the east and come down in the west Me sittin on him a doing my best.
He was sure frog walkin' I heaved a big sigh He ohly lacked wings for to be on the fly He turned his old belly right up to the sun For he was a sun fishin sun of a gun.
He was the worst bronco I've seen on the range He could turn on a nickle and leave you some change.
While he was buckin he squalled like a shoat I tell you that outlaw sure got my goat.
I tell all the people that outlaw could step And I was still on him a buildin a rep.
He come down on all fours and turned on his sides I don't see how he kept from a losing his hide.
I lost my stirrup and also my hat I was clawin that leather as blind as a bat Wit a phenominal jump he made a high dive,
He set me a shizzin up there through the sky.
I turned forty flips and come down to the earth I sat there a cissin the day of his birth I now there's some ponies that I connot ride Some of them livin and they haven't all died.
I bet all my money there's no mant alive
That can ride that old strawberry when he makes that high dive. I bet all my money there's no man alive
Can ride that old strawberry when he makes that high dive.
Oh that strawberry roan Oh that strawberry roan The man who gets him on him Is sure to get thrown Off of that strawberry roan.
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