Strawberry Roan - Michael Martin Murphey, Chris Ledoux

Let me tell you a tale and a good one I own of an old caballo a strawberry roan

I was hangin' round town just a spendin' my time out of a job and not earnin' a

dime

When a stranger steps up and he says

I suppose you’re a bronc rider by the looks of your clothes

I says guess your right there’s none I can’t tame

If its ridin' wild ponies that my middle name

Oh that strawberry roan oh that strawberry roan

He says he’s a cayuse that’s never been rode

The guy that gets on him is bound to get throwed

Throwed of that strawberry roan

Out in the horse corral standin' alone is an old caballo, a strawberry roan

Spavined old legs and small pigeon toes pair of pig eyes and a long Roman nose

Little pin ears and they’re split at the tip a big fourty four brand was on his

left hip

So I puts on my spurs and I coils up my twine

Says to that stranger that ten spot is mine

Oh that strawberry roan oh that strawberry roan

I’ll break him to saddle or break him my own

I’ll ride him until he lies down with a grown

Bring on your strawberry roan

Then I puts on my blinds and it sure is a fight

Next comes the saddle I screws her down tight

Steps up aboard him and rises the blind get out the way boys he’s gonna unwind

Shore is a broad walker he heaves a big sigh

He only lacks wings for to be on the fly

He’s the worse buckin' bronco I’ve seen on the range

Turn on a nickle and give you some change

Oh that strawberry roan oh that strawberry roan

That sunfishin' critter’s worth leavin' alone

There’s nary a buster from Texas to Nome

Can ride that strawberry roan