Cowboy in the Continental Suit

Well, he walks out in the arena

All dressed up to the brim

Said he'd just came down from a place

Called "Highland Rim"

Well, he said he came to ride the horse

The one they call "The Brute"

But he didn't look like a cowboy in his continental suit

We snickered at the way he dressed

But he never said a word

He walks on by the rest of us

As if he hadn't heard

A thousand bucks went to the man

Who could ride this wild cayuse

A meaner horse was never born than the one they called "The Brute"

The horse that he was looking for

Was in chute number eight

He walked up very slowly, put his hand upon the gate

We knew he was a thoroughbred

When he pulled his sack of Dukes

From the inside pocket

Of his continental suit

Well, he rolled hisself a quirly

And he lit it standing there

Blew himself a smoke ring and he watched it disappear

We thought he must be crazy

When he opened up the gate

Standing just inside was fifteen hundred pounds of hate

The Buckskin tried to run him down

But the stranger was too quick

He stepped aside and threw his arms around the horse's neck

And pulled himself up on the back

Of the horse they called "The Brute"

Sat like he was born there

In his continental suit

The Brute's hind-end was in the air

His front end on the ground

Kickin' and a-squealin', tryin' to

Shake this stranger down

But the stranger didn't give an inch

He came to ride "The Brute"

And he came to ride the buckskin in a continental suit

Well, I turned around to look at Jim

And he was watchin' me

He said, "I don't believe the crazy things I think I see

But I think I see the outlaw

The one they call "The Brute"

Ridden by a cowboy in a continental suit"

The brute came to a stand-still

Ashamed that he'd been rode

By a city cowboy in

Some Continental clothes

The stranger took his money

And we don't know where he went

We don't know where he came from and we haven't seen him since

The moral of this story:

Never judge by what they wear

Underneath some ragged clothes could be a millionaire

Everybody listen

Don't be fooled by this galoot

This sure-'nough bronc buster in a continental suit