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Strawberry Roan

Höfundur lags: Curley Flectcher , Fred Howard og Nat Vincent Flytjandi: Marty Robbins Sent inn af: Anonymous
[C]I was hanging around town just [G7]spending my time
Out of a job not [C]earning a dime
A feller steps up and he [F]said I suppose
[G7]You're a bronc fighter from [C]looks of your clothes
You figures me right I'm a [G7]good one I claim
Do you happen to have any [C]bad ones to tame
Said he's got one a [F]bad one to buck
At [G7]throwing good riders he's had lots of [C]luck

I gets all het up and I ask [G7]what he pays
To ride this old nag for a [C]couple of days
He offered me ten I [F]said I'm your man
[G7]A bronc never lived that I [C]couldn't fan
He said get your saddle I'll [G7]give you a chance
In his buckboard we hopped and he [C]drives to the ranch
I stayed till morning and [F]right after chuck
I [G7]stepped out to see if this outlaw can [C]buck

Down in the horse corral [G7]standing alone
Is an old Caballo a [C]Strawberry Roan
His legs are all spavined he's [F]got pigeon toes
[G7]Little pig eyes and a big [C]Roman nose
Little pin ears that [G7]touched at the tip
A big 44 brand was on his [C]left hip
U-necked and old with a [F]long lower jaw
I [G7]could see with one eye he's a regular [C]outlaw

I gets the blinds on 'im and it [G7]sure is a fright
Next comes the saddle and I [C]screws it down tight
Then I steps on 'im and I [F]raises the blinds
[G7]Get outta the way boys he's [C]gonna unwind
He sure is a broad walker he [G7]heaves a big sigh
He only likes wings for to be [C]on the fly
He turns his old belly right [F]up to the sun
He [G7]sure is a sun-fishing son-of-a-[C]gun  

He's about the worst bucker I've [G7]seen on the range
He'll turn on a nickel and [C]give you some change
He hits on all fours and [F]goes up on high
[G7]Leaves me a spinning up [C]there in the sky
I turns over twice and I comes [G7]back to earth
I lights in a cussing the [C]day of his birth
I know there are ponies that I [F]cannot ride
[G7]There's some of them left they haven't all [C]died

I'll bet all my money the man [G7]ain't alive

That'll stay with Old Strawberry
When he makes his high [C]dive

I was hanging around town just spending my time
Out of a job not earning a dime
A feller steps up and he said I suppose
You're a bronc fighter from looks of your clothes
You figures me right I'm a good one I claim
Do you happen to have any bad ones to tame
Said he's got one a bad one to buck
At throwing 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 till morning and right after chuck
I stepped out to see if this outlaw can buck

Down in the horse corral standing 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-fishing 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 spinning up there in the sky
I turns over twice and I comes back to earth
I lights in a cussing 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

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