Song | Strawberry Roan |
Artist | Chris LeDoux |
Album | Old Cowboy Classics |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Public Domain | |
Let me tell you a tale and a good one I own of an old caballo a strawberry roan | |
I was hangin' round town just a spendin' my time out of a job and not earnin' a dime | |
When a stranger steps up and he says | |
I suppose you're a bronc rider by the looks of your clothes | |
I says guess your right there's none I can't tame | |
If its ridin' wild ponies that my middle name | |
Oh that strawberry roan oh that strawberry roan | |
He says he's a cayuse that's never been rode | |
The guy that gets on him is bound to get throwed | |
Throwed of that strawberry roan | |
Out in the horse corral standin' alone is an old caballo, a strawberry roan | |
Spavined old legs and small pigeon toes pair of pig eyes and a long Roman nose | |
Little pin ears and they're split at the tip a big fourty four brand was on his left hip | |
So I puts on my spurs and I coils up my twine | |
Says to that stranger that ten spot is mine | |
Oh that strawberry roan oh that strawberry roan | |
I'll break him to saddle or break him my own | |
I'll ride him until he lies down with a grown | |
Bring on your strawberry roan | |
Then I puts on my blinds and it sure is a fight | |
Next comes the saddle I screws her down tight | |
Steps up aboard him and rises the blind get out the way boys he's gonna unwind | |
Shore is a broad walker he heaves a big sigh | |
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly | |
He's the worse buckin' bronco I've seen on the range | |
Turn on a nickle and give you some change | |
Oh that strawberry roan oh that strawberry roan | |
That sunfishin' critter's worth leavin' alone | |
There's nary a buster from Texas to Nome | |
Can ride that strawberry roan |
zuo ci : Public Domain | |
Let me tell you a tale and a good one I own of an old caballo a strawberry roan | |
I was hangin' round town just a spendin' my time out of a job and not earnin' a dime | |
When a stranger steps up and he says | |
I suppose you' re a bronc rider by the looks of your clothes | |
I says guess your right there' s none I can' t tame | |
If its ridin' wild ponies that my middle name | |
Oh that strawberry roan oh that strawberry roan | |
He says he' s a cayuse that' s never been rode | |
The guy that gets on him is bound to get throwed | |
Throwed of that strawberry roan | |
Out in the horse corral standin' alone is an old caballo, a strawberry roan | |
Spavined old legs and small pigeon toes pair of pig eyes and a long Roman nose | |
Little pin ears and they' re split at the tip a big fourty four brand was on his left hip | |
So I puts on my spurs and I coils up my twine | |
Says to that stranger that ten spot is mine | |
Oh that strawberry roan oh that strawberry roan | |
I' ll break him to saddle or break him my own | |
I' ll ride him until he lies down with a grown | |
Bring on your strawberry roan | |
Then I puts on my blinds and it sure is a fight | |
Next comes the saddle I screws her down tight | |
Steps up aboard him and rises the blind get out the way boys he' s gonna unwind | |
Shore is a broad walker he heaves a big sigh | |
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly | |
He' s the worse buckin' bronco I' ve seen on the range | |
Turn on a nickle and give you some change | |
Oh that strawberry roan oh that strawberry roan | |
That sunfishin' critter' s worth leavin' alone | |
There' s nary a buster from Texas to Nome | |
Can ride that strawberry roan |
zuò cí : Public Domain | |
Let me tell you a tale and a good one I own of an old caballo a strawberry roan | |
I was hangin' round town just a spendin' my time out of a job and not earnin' a dime | |
When a stranger steps up and he says | |
I suppose you' re a bronc rider by the looks of your clothes | |
I says guess your right there' s none I can' t tame | |
If its ridin' wild ponies that my middle name | |
Oh that strawberry roan oh that strawberry roan | |
He says he' s a cayuse that' s never been rode | |
The guy that gets on him is bound to get throwed | |
Throwed of that strawberry roan | |
Out in the horse corral standin' alone is an old caballo, a strawberry roan | |
Spavined old legs and small pigeon toes pair of pig eyes and a long Roman nose | |
Little pin ears and they' re split at the tip a big fourty four brand was on his left hip | |
So I puts on my spurs and I coils up my twine | |
Says to that stranger that ten spot is mine | |
Oh that strawberry roan oh that strawberry roan | |
I' ll break him to saddle or break him my own | |
I' ll ride him until he lies down with a grown | |
Bring on your strawberry roan | |
Then I puts on my blinds and it sure is a fight | |
Next comes the saddle I screws her down tight | |
Steps up aboard him and rises the blind get out the way boys he' s gonna unwind | |
Shore is a broad walker he heaves a big sigh | |
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly | |
He' s the worse buckin' bronco I' ve seen on the range | |
Turn on a nickle and give you some change | |
Oh that strawberry roan oh that strawberry roan | |
That sunfishin' critter' s worth leavin' alone | |
There' s nary a buster from Texas to Nome | |
Can ride that strawberry roan |