STRAWBERRY ROAN

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Song Title
STRAWBERRY ROAN
Writers
Mccurdy
Publisher
HAMPSHIRE HOUSE PUBLISHING CORP. (ASCAP)
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Territory Controlled
WORLD
Lyrics
Well, I was layin’ ‘round town,
Just a-spendin’ my time.
Out of a job, not makin’ a dime,
When a feller steps up and he says,
“I suppose you’re a bronc ridin’ 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 has,
And a bad one to buckm,
And for throwin’ good riders
He’s had lots of luck.

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Well, it’s oh, that strawberry roan,
Oh, that strawberry roan.
They says he’s a Cayuse
That’s never been rode;
The man that gets on him
Is bound to be throwed.
Get off that strawberry roan.

Well, I gets all excited
And I asks what he pays
To ride his old pony
For a couple of days.
He offers a ten spot.
Says I, “I’m 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 drive to the ranch.
I stays until morning
And right after chuck,
I steps out to see
If this outlaw can buck.

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Down in the corral,
Standin’ alone
Is this old caballo,
The strawberry roan.
His legs is all spavined,
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 reg’lar outlaw.

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I buckle on my spurs,
I’m sure feelin’ fine,
I picks up my hat
And curls up my twine.
I piles my rope on him
And well I know then,
That afore I get rode,
I’ll sure earn 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 on to him
And raises the blind,
I’m ridin’ his middle
To see him unwind.

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He bowed his old neck,
And I guess he’s unwound,
For he seemed to quit livin’
Down there on the ground.
He went up towards the east
And come down towards the west,
To stay on 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 sun-fishin’
Son-of-a-gun!

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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 shoat,
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-building a rep.
He hits on all fours
And he turns on his side.
I don’t see what keeps him
From losin’ his hide.

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Well, I loses my stirrup
And also my hat,
I’m tall in that 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
And come back to earth,
And I likes in to cussin’
The day of his birth.
And I know there’s old ponies
I’m not able to ride;
There’s some of them left;
They haven’t all died.

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ED MCCURDY Country Confident, Happy, Nostalgic Acoustic Guitar, Vocal 1990's Buy >

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