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 well i buckle on my spurs and i m sure feeling fine i pull down my hat and i pick up my twine throw my loop on him and well i know then before he gets rode i ll sure earn my ten i get the blinds on him with a terrible fight next comes the saddle and i cinch him up tight then i step on him and raise up the blinds get out of the way boys he s bound to unwind well i threw him his head and i ll say he unwound he seemed to quit living down here on the ground went up in the east and come down in the west i m sitting up on him and doing my best he sure was a frog walker he heaved a big sigh he only lacked wings for to be on the fly turned his old belly right up to the sun he sure was a sunfishing son of a gun he s about the worst bucker i ve seen on the range he could turn on a nickle and give you some change i lost both my stirrups and also my hat i m reaching for leather and blind as a bat he come down on all fours and he went up on high and he left me a spinning up there in the sky turned over twice and i come down to the earth and i lit into cussing the day of his birth now i know there s ponies that i cannot ride there s some of them living they haven t all died but i ll bet my money there s no man alive who can stay with old strawberry when he makes his high dive