The Strawberry Roan Lyrics
The Strawberry Roan - Marty Robbins (马丁·罗宾逊)
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 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 pays
To 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 buck
Down in the horse corral standin' alone
Is 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 outlaw
I gets the blinds on 'im and it sure is a fright
Next 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-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 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 died
I'll bet all my money the man ain't alive
That'll stay with Old Strawberry
When he makes his high dive