The Strawberry Road - Marty Robbins

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)