The Strawberry Roan — текст песни (Robbins Marty)

I was hangin` ,round town just spendin` my time
Out of a job, not earnin` a dime
A feller steps up and he said, I suppose
You`re a bronc fighter by the looks of your dothes.
You figgers me right, I`m a good one, I claim
Do you happen to have any bad ones to tame?
He said he`d got one, a bad one to buck
At throwin` good riders he`s had lots of luck.
I gets all het up and I asks what he pays
To ride this old nag for a couple of days
He offered me ten and I said, I`m your man!
The bronc never lived that I couldn`t fan!
He said, Get your saddle, Il give you a chance.
In his buckboard we hops and he drives to the ranch
I stayed until mornin` and right after chuck
I stepped out to see if this outlaw can buck.
Down in the horse corral standin` alone
Is an old caballo, the Strawberry Roan
His legs are all spavined, he`s got pigeon toes
Little pig eyes and a big Roman nose
Little pin ears that touch at the tip
A big 44 brand was on his left hip
U-necked and old with a long lower jaw
I can see with one eye he`s a regular outlaw!
I gets the blinds on him and it sure is a fright
Next comes the saddle and I screws it down tight
Then I steps on him and I raises the blind
Get out the way, boys, he`s gonna unwind!
He sure is a frog-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 sunfishin` 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-spinnin` up there in the sky
I turns over twice and I comes back to earth
I lights in to cussin` 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!
(Public Domain)