Lyrics
I was hangin’ ’round town, just spendin’ my timeOut of a job, not earnin’ a dime A feller steps up and he said, “I suppose You’re a bronc fighter from looks of your clothes” “you figures me right, I’m a good one” I claim “do you happen to have any bad ones to tame?” Said “he’s got one, a bad one to buck At throwin’ good riders, he’s had lots of luck”I gets all het up and I ask what he paysTo ride this old nag for a couple of days He offered me ten; I said, “I’m your man A bronc never lived that I couldn’t span” He said: “get your saddle, I’ll give you a chance” In his buckboard we hopped and he drives to the ranch I stayed ’til mornin’ and right after chuck I stepped out to see if this outlaw can buckDown in the horse corral standin’ aloneIs an old caballo, a strawberry roan His legs are all spavined, he’s got pigeon toes Little pig eyes and a big roman nose Little pin ears that touched at the tip A big 44 brand was on his left hip U-necked and old, with a long, lower jaw I could see with one eye, he’s a regular outlawI gets the blinds on ‘im and it sure is a frightNext comes the saddle and I screws it down tight Then I steps on ‘im and I raises the blinds Get outta the way boys, he’s gonna unwind He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh He only lacks wings, for to be on the fly He turns his old belly right up to the sun He sure is a sun-fishin’, son-of-a-gunHe’s about the worst bucker I’ve seen on the rangeHe’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 a 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 diedI’ll bet all my money, the man ain’t aliveThat’ll stay with old strawberry When he makes his high dive