Collected by Billie Lou Ratliff For Mary C. Parler Transcribed by Frances Majors
Sung by L.D. (Jack) Franklin Dutton, Arkansas October 25, 1958
Reel 267, Item 12
The Strawberry Roan
I was hanging a round town just spending my time,
Out of a job and not making a dime,
When a fellow stepped up, and he said, "I suppose
That you’re a bronc rider from the looks of your clothes."
Well, you guess me right, and a good one I claim; Do you happen to have any bad ones to tame?
"You guessed me right and a good one to buck,
And throwing good riders he’s had lots of luck."
Well, I get all excited and ask what he pays To ride that old bronco a couple of days.
Well, he offered me ten, and I said "I’m your man.
That bronc never lived that I couldn't fan."
Well, he was down in the corral, standing all alone,
Was the old pinto, a strawberry roan,
With little pin ears and a big Roman nose,
And a big 44 branded on his left hip.
Well, I put the blinds on him, and I snubbed him down tight; Next come the saddle, I put it on tight.
And early that morning, right after chuck,
I went back to see if that outlaw could buck.
Well he went up to the east and come down to the west; Trying to stay with him I'se doing my best.
Well, he made one more jump and he sent me so high And he left me a-living up there in the sky.
Well, I turned one more flip and I come back to earth,
Sat there a-cussing the day of my birth;
Said I bet all my money there's no man alive
Can ride that old strawberry when he makes that high dive.
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