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        I was hangin' 'round town, just spendin' my time
    Out of a job, not earnin' a dime
    A feller steps up and he said, "I suppose
    You're a bronc fighter from 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 buck
    At 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 man,
    A bronc never lived that I couldn't span."
    He said: "Get your saddle, I'll give you a chance"
    In his buckboard we hopped and he drives to the ranch
    I stayed 'til 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 Roan
    His legs are all spavined, he's got pigeon toes
    Little pig eyes and a big Roman nose
    Little pin ears that touched 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 outta 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 a 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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