let me tell you a tale and a good one i own of an old caballo a strawberry roan i was hangin round town just a spendin my time out of a job and not earnin a dime when a stranger steps up and he says i suppose you re a bronc rider by the looks of your clothes 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 he says he s a cayuse that s never been rode the guy that gets on him is bound to get throwed throwed of that strawberry roan out in the horse corral standin alone is an old caballo a strawberry roan spavined old legs and small pigeon toes pair of pig eyes and a long roman nose little pin ears and they re split at the tip a big fourty four brand was on his left hip so i puts on my spurs and i coils up my twine says to that stranger that ten spot is mine oh that strawberry roan oh that strawberry roan i ll break him to saddle or break him my own i ll ride him until he lies down with a grown bring on your strawberry roan then i puts on my blinds and it sure is a fight next comes the saddle i screws her down tight steps up aboard him and rises the blind get out the way boys he s gonna unwind shore is a broad walker he heaves a big sigh he only lacks wings for to be on the fly he s the worse buckin bronco i ve seen on the range turn on a nickle and give you some change oh that strawberry roan oh that strawberry roan that sunfishin critter s worth leavin alone there s nary a buster from texas to nome can ride that strawberry roan