Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Battle With The Roan, artist - Slim Dusty. Album song Rodeo Riders, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Record label: EMI Recorded Music Australia
Song language: English
The Battle With The Roan |
I come ridin' down the Barwon with my saddle and my swag |
Strapped across the bony framework of a long backed chestnut nag |
I was headin' for a station on the stockroute west of Bourke |
To tangle with an outlaw horse well known in campfire talk |
When I rode down to the stockyard where they said I’d find the boss |
Standing just inside I saw the big roan outlaw horse |
He was just the kind of horseflesh a ringer dreams about |
Game eye and good strong shoulders and front legs well spaced out |
I said now boss is that the horse the ringers rave about |
I’ve heard of him at Camooweal and even further out |
Yes he’s been tried by desert men and riders from the gulf |
He said I’d give my station to the man that calls his bluff |
And as I strapped the bridle on that proud and shapely head |
I pictured me as owner of his big merino spread |
I threw my Schneider poley on and tightened up the girth |
And as I stepped astride him the big horse left this earth |
He left the ground in one tight ball as solid as a stone |
And all that I could see around was one big blur of roan |
I hit him with my goosenecks around the shoulder points |
He twisted like a reptile that had a million joints |
He dropped his shoulders way down low and chopped out to the right |
He started striking at the bit each time the spurs did bite |
I thought I felt him weaken so I voiced a victory yell |
What happened then I only know for those who saw it tell |
So I rode way from the station with my saddle and my swag |
Strapped across the bony framework of the same old chestnut nag |
And just as I was leaving he whinnied loud and shrill |
And even after all these years I fancy I hear him still |
They still tell yarns about him around the campfire blaze |
Of the noted riders that he’s thrown so many different ways |
And while I’m taking night watch on a cattle camp alone |
I try to figure how I lost the battle with the roan |