D A7 I was hangin' 'round town, just spendin' my time D Out of a job, not earnin' a dime D7 G A fellar steps up and he said, "I suppose - A7 D You're a bronc fighter from the looks of your clothes." A7 "You figures me right, I'm a good one." I claim; D "Do you happen to have any bad ones to tame?" D7 G Said "He's got one, a bad one to buck A7 D At throwin' good riders, he's had lots of luck." I gets all het up and I ask what he pays To ride this old nag for a couple of days He offered me ten; I said, "I'm your man, A bronc never lived that I couldn't fan." He said: "Get your saddle, I'll give you a chance" In his buckboard we hopped and he drives to the ranch I stayed 'til mornin' and right after chuck I stepped out to see if this outlaw can buck. Down in the horse corral standin' alone Is an old Caballo, a Strawberry Roan His legs are all spavined, he's got pigeon toes Little pig eyes and a big Roman nose Little pin ears that touched at the tip A big 44 brand was on his left hip U-necked and old, with a long, lower jaw I could see with one eye, he's a regular outlaw. I gets the blinds on 'im and it sure is a fright Next comes the saddle and I screws it down tight Then I steps on 'im and I raises the blinds Get outta the way boys, he's gonna unwind He sure is a broad walker, he heaves a big sigh He only likes wings, for to be on the fly He turns his old belly right up to the sun He sure is a sun-fishin', son-of-a-gun. He's about the worst bucker I've seen on the range He'll turn on a Nickel and give you some change He hits on all fours and goes up on high Leaves me a spinnin' up there 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 are ponies that I cannot ride There's some of them left, they haven't all died. I'll bet all my money, the man ain't alive That'll stay with Old Strawberry When he makes his high dive
