Strawberry Roan Michael Martin Murphey (Ft. Chris LeDoux)

I was hanging round town, just spending my time
Being out of a job and not earning a dime
A fellow walks up, and he says, "I suppose
You're a bronc rider, from the looks of your clothes"

"Well, you figured me right, and I'm a good one, I claim
Would you happen to have any outlaws to tame?"
He says, "I've got one and a good one to buck
At throwing top riders, he's had lots of luck"

He says this here's one pony that's never been rode
And the man that gets on him is bound to get throwed
I got all heat up and I asked what he'd pay
To ride this old nag for a couple of days

Well, he offered me ten, and I says, "I'm your man
For the bronc isn't living that I couldn't fan"
He says, "Get your saddle, I'll give you the chance"
So we hopped in his buckboard and rode to his ranch

Out in the horse corral, standing alone
Is an old cavallo, a strawberry roan
Little pin ears that touch at the tip
A big 44 brand upon his left hip

He was spavined all round, and he had pigeon toes
Little pig eyes and a big roman nose
U-necked and old, with a long lower jaw
You could tell at a glance he's a regular outlaw