| Let me tell you a tale and a good one I own of an old caballo a strawberry roan
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| I was hangin' round town just a spendin' my time out of a job and not earnin' a
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| dime
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| When a stranger steps up and he says
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| I suppose you’re a bronc rider by the looks of your clothes
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| I says guess your right there’s none I can’t tame
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| If its ridin' wild ponies that my middle name
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| Oh that strawberry roan oh that strawberry roan
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| He says he’s a cayuse that’s never been rode
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| The guy that gets on him is bound to get throwed
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| Throwed of that strawberry roan
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| Out in the horse corral standin' alone is an old caballo, a strawberry roan
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| Spavined old legs and small pigeon toes pair of pig eyes and a long Roman nose
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| Little pin ears and they’re split at the tip a big fourty four brand was on his
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| left hip
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| So I puts on my spurs and I coils up my twine
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| Says to that stranger that ten spot is mine
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| Oh that strawberry roan oh that strawberry roan
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| I’ll break him to saddle or break him my own
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| I’ll ride him until he lies down with a grown
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| Bring on your strawberry roan
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| Then I puts on my blinds and it sure is a fight
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| Next comes the saddle I screws her down tight
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| Steps up aboard him and rises the blind get out the way boys he’s gonna unwind
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| Shore is a broad walker he heaves a big sigh
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| He only lacks wings for to be on the fly
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| He’s the worse buckin' bronco I’ve seen on the range
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| Turn on a nickle and give you some change
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| Oh that strawberry roan oh that strawberry roan
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| That sunfishin' critter’s worth leavin' alone
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| There’s nary a buster from Texas to Nome
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| Can ride that strawberry roan |