I was lopin' around town just a-spendin' my time
Out of a job, and not making a dime
When a stranger steps up and he says I suppose
That you're a bronc rider by the looks of your clothes
You guesses me right, I'm a good one I claim
You happen to have any bad ones to tame?
He says I've got one and a bad one to buck
At throwin' good riders he's had lots of luck
I gets all excited and ask what he pays
To ride that old pony for a couple of days
He offers a slow buck. Says I, I'm your man
For a bronc never lived that I couldn't fan
Well, it's oh, that strawberry roan
Oh, that strawberry roan
He's the worst buckin' bronco that ever was hold
He's never been rode, and he's twenty years old
That renegade strawberry roan
No, a bronc never lived, he never drew breath
That I couldn't ride till he starved plumb to death
He says get your saddle, I'll give you a chance
So I got in the buckboard and rode to his ranch
I stayed until morning, and right after chuck
I went out to see if that bronco could buck
Well down in the horse corrals standing alone
Was this little cavayo, a strawberry roan
His legs was all spotty and he has pigeon toes
Little pig eyes and a big roman nose
Little pin ears that touch at the tip
And a double square iron stamped on his hip
Well, it's oh, that strawberry roan
Oh, that strawberry roan
He's the worst buckin' bronco that ever was hold
He's never been rode, and he's twenty years old
That renegade strawberry roan
Ewe-necked and old and a long lower jaw
I can see with a one eye, he was a regular outlaw
I put on my spurs, I was sure feeling fine
I pulled down my hat and I picked up my twine
I throwed that loop on him, and well I knew then
E'er he got rode, I would sure earn the ten
I got the blinds on, it sure was a fight
Next comes my saddle and I screws it down tight
Then I crawls on him and raises the blind
I was riding his middle to watch him unwind
Well, he went right to work, and I guess he unwound
He quit spending much of his time on the ground
Well, it's oh, that strawberry roan
Oh, that strawberry roan
He's the worst buckin' bronco that ever was hold
He's never been rode, and he's twenty years old
That renegade strawberry roan
He went up toward the east, he come down toward the west
To stay in his middle, I'm doing my best
He sure was frogwalkin' and weaving behind
My head went a-snapping and then I went blind
But I'll tell you, no fooling, this bronco could step
I was still in his middle, and building a rep
With a phenomenal jump he goes up on high
And I'm sitting on nothing way up in the sky
And then I turned over and came back to earth
I sat there a-cussin' the day of this birth
And I knows that the ponies I ain't able to ride
Some of them living – they haven't all died
But I'll bet all my money that there's no man alive
Can stay with that bronc when he makes his high dive
Well, it's oh, that strawberry roan
Oh, that strawberry roan
He's the worst buckin' bronco that ever was hold
He's never been rode, and he's twenty years old
That renegade strawberry roan
