The Strawberry Roan by Sons Of The Pioneers
Let me tell you a tale a good one I own
of a Buckin' old bronc a strawberry roan
I was hangin' round town not earnin' a dime
Out of a job just spendin' my time
When a stranger steps up and he says I suppose
You're a bronc bustin' man
from the looks of your clothes
So I says guess your right there's none I can't tame
If its ridin' wild ponies that my middle name
Oh that strawberry roan, oh that strawberry roan,
They say he's a cayuse that's never been rode
And the guy that gets on him is bound to be throwed
Throwed off that strawberry roan
So I puts on the blinds it sure was a fight
Then my saddle comes next and I screws it down tight
The I piles on his back and well I knew then
If I ride this old pony I'll sure earn my ten
For he bowed own kneck and He leaped from the ground
Twenty circles he made before he came down
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