Lyrics Me and My Fela and My Big Umbrella - Rita Hayworth

Me and My Fela and My Big Umbrella

I was standin' 'round town just a-spendin' my time
Nothin' else to spend, not even a dime
When a feller steps up and he says, «I suppose
You’re a bronc' bustin' man by the looks of your clothes.»
«You guessed me right, and a good one,» I claim
«Do you happen to have ay bad ones to tame?»
He says, «I've got one and a bad one to buck;
At throwin' bronc riders he’s had lots of luck.»
Well, it’s oh, that strawberry roan
Oh, that strawberry roan!
He says, «This old pony ain’t never been rode
And the boy that gets on him is sure to get throwed.»
Oh, that strawberry roan!
I gets all excited and I ask what he pays
To ride this old goat for a couple of days
He offers a ten spot.
I says, «I'm your man
For the bronc never lived that I couldn’t fan;
No, the bronc never lived, nor he never drew breath
That I couldn’t ride till be starved plumb to death."
He says, «Get your saddle, I’ll give you a chance.»
We got in the buckboard and rode to the ranch
Well, it’s oh, that strawberry roan
Oh, that strawberry roan!
We stayed until morning, and right after chuck
We goes out to see how that outlaw could buck
Oh, that strawberry roan!
Well, down in the horse corral standing alone
Was that old cavayo, old strawberry roan
His legs were spavined, and he had pigeon toes
Little pig eyes and a big Roman nose
Little pin ears that were crimped at the tip
With a big 44 branded 'cross his left hip;
He’s ewe-necked and old, with a long lower jaw
You can see with one eye he’s a reg’lar outlaw
Well, it’s oh, that strawberry roan
Oh, that strawberry roan!
He’s ewe-necked and old, with a long lower jaw
You can see with one eye he’s a reg’lar outlaw
Oh, that strawberry roan!
Well I puts on my spurs and I coils up my twine
I piled my loop on him, I’m sure feeling fine
I piled my loop on him, and well I knew then
If I rode this old pony, I’d sure earn my ten
I put the blinds on him, it sure was a fight
Next comes my saddle, I screws her down tight
I gets in his middle and opens the blind
I’m right in his middle to see him unwind
Well, it’s oh, that strawberry roan
Oh, that strawberry roan!
He lowered his old neck and I think he unwound
He seemed to quit living down there on the ground
Oh, that strawberry roan!
He went up towards the east and came down towards the west
To stay in his middle I’m doin' my best
He’s about the worst bucker I’ve seen on the range
He can turn on a nickel and give you some change
He turns his old belly right up to the sun
He sure is one sun-fishin' son of a gun!
I’ll tell you, no foolin', this pony can step
But I’m still in his middle and buildin' a rep
Well, it’s oh, that strawberry roan
Oh, that strawberry roan!
He goes up on all fours and comes down on his side
I don’t know what keeps him from losin' his hide
Oh, that strawberry roan!
I loses my stirrup and also my hat
I starts pulling leather, I’m blind as a bat;
With a big forward jump he goes up on high
Leaves me sittin' on nothin' way up 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 is ponies I’m unable to ride
Some are still living, they haven’t all died
Well, it’s oh, that strawberry roan
Oh, that strawberry roan!
I’ll bet all my money the man ain’t alive
That can stay with old strawberry when he makes his high dive
Oh, that strawberry roan!