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