The Strawberry Roan

The Strawberry Roan - Sons of The Pioneers

Written by：Fred Howard/Nathaniel H. Vincent/Curly Fletcher

Let me tell you a tale a good one I own

Of a bucking old bronc a strawberry roan

I was hanging round town not earning a dime

Out of a job just spending my time

When a stranger steps up and he says I suppose

You're a bronc busting man

From the looks of your clothes

So I says guess your right

There's none I can't tame

If it's riding wild ponies that my middle name

Oh that strawberry roan

Oh that strawberry roan

They say he's a cayuse that's never been rode

And the guy that gets on him

Is bound to be throwed

Throwed off that strawberry roan

So I puts on the blinds it sure was a fight

Then my saddle comes next

And I screws it down tight

The I piles on his back

And well I knew then

If I ride this old pony

I'll sure earn my ten

For he bowed own kneck

And he leaped from the ground

Twenty circles he made before he came down

He's the worst bucking bronc I've seen on the range

He can turn on a nickle

And give you some change

Oh that strawberry roan

Oh that strawberry roan

He went up toward the east

And came down toward the west

To stay in his middle I'm doing my best

On that old strawberry roan

There's no fooling now say

This pony can step

But I'm still sitting tight and earning a rep

When my stirrup I lose and also my hat

And I starts pulling leather as blind as a bat

And he makes one more jump

He's headed up high

Leave me sitting on air way up in the sky

Guess I turned over twice

And comes back to earth

And I starts into cussing the day of his birth

Oh that strawberry roan

Oh that strawberry roan

That sun fishing critter's worth leaving alone

There's narry a buster from Texas to Nome

Could ride that strawberry roan