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Well, he walks out in the arena |
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All dressed up to the brim |
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Said he'd just came down from a place |
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Called 'Highland |
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Rim'Well, he said he came to ride the horse |
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The one they call ' |
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The Brute' |
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But he didn't look like a cowboy |
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In his Continental |
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SuitWe snickered at the way he dressed |
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But he never said a word |
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He walks on by the rest of us |
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As if he hadn't heard |
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A thousand bucks went to the man |
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Who could ride this wild cayuse |
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A meaner horse was never born |
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Than the one they called ' |
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The Brute' |
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The horse that he was looking for |
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Was in chute number eight |
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He walked up very slowly |
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Put his hand upon the gate |
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We knew he was a thoroughbred |
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When he pulled his sack of ' |
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Dukes'From the inside pocket |
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Of his Continental |
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SuitWell, he rolled hisself a ' |
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Corley'And he lit it standing there |
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Blew himself a smoke ring |
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And he watched it disappear |
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We thought he must be crazy |
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When he opened up the gate |
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Standing just inside was |
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Fifteen hundred pounds of hate |
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The Buckskin tried to run him down |
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But the stranger was too quick |
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He stepped aside and threw his arms |
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Around the horse's neck |
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And pulled himself up on the back |
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Of the horse they called ' |
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The Brute' |
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Sit like he was born there |
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In his Continental |
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Suit'The Brute's' hind-end was in the air |
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His front end on the ground |
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Kickin' and a-squealin', tryin' to |
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Shake this stranger down |
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But the stranger didn't give an inch |
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He came to ride ' |
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The Brute' |
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And he came to ride the |
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BuckskinIn a |
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Continental |
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SuitWell, |
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I turned around to look at |
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JimAnd he was watchin' me |
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He said, "I don't believeThe crazy things I think I see""But I think I see the outlawThe one they call 'The Brute'Ridden by a cowboyIn a Continental Suit"' |
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The Brute' came to a stand-still |
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Ashamed that he'd been rode |
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By a city cowboy in |
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Some Continental clothes |
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The stranger took his money |
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And we don't know where he went |
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We don't know where he came from |
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And we haven't seen him since |
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The moral of this story |
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Never judge by what they wear |
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Underneath some ragged clothes |
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Could be a millionaire |
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Everybody listen |
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Don't be fooled by this galoot |
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This sure 'nough bronc buster |
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In a Continental |
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Suit |
