The Strawberry Roan Lyrics

Song	The Strawberry Roan
Artist	Marty Robbins
Album	Gunfighter Ballads And Trail Songs
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	作词 : Traditional
	I was hangin' around town, just spendin' my time
	Out of a job, not earnin' a dime
	A feller steps up and he said, "I supposeYou're a bronc fighter from the 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 buckFor 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 manA bronc never lived that I couldn't fan"
	He said, "Get your saddle, I'll give you a chance"
	In his buckboard we hops and he drives to the ranch
	I stayed until 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
	RoanHis legs are all spavined, he's got pigeon toes
	Little pig eyes and a big
	Roman nose
	Little pin ears that touch 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 out 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 the 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

	zuo ci : Traditional
	I was hangin' around town, just spendin' my time
	Out of a job, not earnin' a dime
	A feller steps up and he said, " I supposeYou' re a bronc fighter from the 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 buckFor 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 manA bronc never lived that I couldn' t fan"
	He said, " Get your saddle, I' ll give you a chance"
	In his buckboard we hops and he drives to the ranch
	I stayed until 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
	RoanHis legs are all spavined, he' s got pigeon toes
	Little pig eyes and a big
	Roman nose
	Little pin ears that touch at the tip
	A big 44 brand was on his left hip
	Unecked 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 out the way boys, he' s gonna unwind
	He sure is a frogwalker, 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 sunfishin', sonofagun
	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 the 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

	zuò cí : Traditional
	I was hangin' around town, just spendin' my time
	Out of a job, not earnin' a dime
	A feller steps up and he said, " I supposeYou' re a bronc fighter from the 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 buckFor 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 manA bronc never lived that I couldn' t fan"
	He said, " Get your saddle, I' ll give you a chance"
	In his buckboard we hops and he drives to the ranch
	I stayed until 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
	RoanHis legs are all spavined, he' s got pigeon toes
	Little pig eyes and a big
	Roman nose
	Little pin ears that touch at the tip
	A big 44 brand was on his left hip
	Unecked 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 out the way boys, he' s gonna unwind
	He sure is a frogwalker, 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 sunfishin', sonofagun
	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 the 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

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