Well, I was laying round town
just a -spending my time
Out of a job and not making a dime
When a feller steps up and he says,
I suppose you're a bronc riding man
by the looks of your clothes
You guessed me just right,
I'm a good one, I claims
Do you happen to have
any bad ones to tame?
He says that he hasn't
a bad one to buck,
And for throwin' good riders
he's had lots of luck.
Well, it's, that Strawberry Roan,
Oh, that Strawberry Roan.
They say he's a coyote
that's never been rowed,
The man that gets on him
is bound to be throwed.
Get off that Strawberry Roan.
Well I gets all excited and
asks what he pays
To ride this old pony for a couple of days
He offers a ten spot, I am your man
For a bronc never lived
that I couldn't fan
Well he says get your saddle
and I'll give you a chance
So I gets in the buckboard,
we drives to the ranch
I stays until mornin'
and right after chuck
I steps out to see if this outlaw can balk
Well, it's oh, that Strawberry Roan,
oh, that Strawberry Roan
They say he's a coyote
that's never been rode
The man that gets on him
is bound to be throwed
Get off that Strawberry Roan
Down in the corral, standin' alone,
Is this old cabalot a strawberry roan?
His legs is all spab
and he has pigeon toes,
Two little pig eyes and a big Roman nose,
Little pin ears that touched at the tip,
And a big forty -four run on his left hip.
He's ewe -necked and old
with a long lower jaw,
I could see with one eye
he was a regular outlaw.
Well, it's oh, that Strawberry Roan,
oh, that Strawberry Roan
They say he's a coyote
that's never been rowed
The man that gets on him
is bound to be throwed
Get off that Strawberry Roan
I buckle on my spurs, I'm sure feeling fine
I picks up my hat and curls up my twine
I piles my rope on him,
and will I know then
That afore I get rode,
I've sure earned my ten
I gets the blinds on him, it sure is a fight
Next comes my old saddle,
and I screws her on tight
Then I steps unto him,
and raises the blinds
I'm right in his middle to
see him unwind
Well, it's, that Strawberry Roan,
oh, that Strawberry Roan
They say he's a coyote
that's never been rode
The man that gets on him
is bound to be throwed
Get off that Strawberry Roan
He bowed his old neck,
and I guess he's unwound
For he seemed to quit
living down there on the ground
He went up towards the east
and come down towards the west
To stay in his middle,
I'm sure doin' my best
He sure is frog -walkin',
he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings to be on the fly
He turns his old belly right up to the sun
He sure is a sunfishin' son of a gun
Well, it's oh, that Strawberry Rome
It's oh, that Strawberry Rome
They say he's a chaios
that's never been rode
The man that gets on him
is bound to be throwed
Get throwed by that strawberry roam
He's about the worst bucker
I've seen on the range
He can turn on a nickel
and give you the change
And when he's a -buckin'
he squeals like a shoot
I tell you that pony has sure got my goat
I claims that no foolin'
that outlaw can step
But I'm still in his middle
and a -buildin' a rep
He hits on all fours
and he turns on his side
I don't see what keeps him
from losing his hide
Well, it's oh, that strawberry roam
It's oh, that strawberry roam
They say he's a coyote
that's never been roamed
The man that gets on him
is bound to be throwed
Be throwed by that strawberry roam
Well, I loses my stirrup and also my hat
I'm clawin' at leather as blind as a bat
With a phenomenal jump he
goes up on high
Leaves me sittin' on nothin'
up there in the sky
Well, I turned over an
d comes back to earth
And I likes him to cussin'
the day of his birth
And I knows their old ponies
are not able to ride
There's some of them left
and they haven't all died
Well, it's oh, that strawberry roam
It's oh, that strawberry roam
They say he's a coyote
that's never been roamed
The man that gets on him
is bound to be throwed
Be throwed by that strawberry roam