I was hanging around town just spendin' my time
Out of a job not earning a dime
A feller steps up and he siad I suppose
You're a bronc fighter from the looks of your clothes
You figure me right I'm a good one I claim
Do you happen to have any bad ones to tame
Said he's got one bad one to buck
For throwin' good riders he's had lots of luck
I get all het up and I ask what he prays
To ride this old nag for a couple of days
He offered me ten and I said I'm your man
A bronc never lived that I couldn't bend
He said get your saddle I'll give you a chance
In his buckboard we hop and he drives to the ranch
I stayed until morning and right after chuck
I stepped out to see if this outlaw can buck
Down in the horse corral standing alone
Is an old cabayou a strawberry roan
His legs're all spattered he's got pidgeon toes
Little pig eyes and a big roman nose
Little pin ears that touch at the tip
A big forty-four brand was on his left hip
New neck and old with a long lower jaw
I could see with one eye he's a regular outlaw
I get the blinds on him and it sure is a fright
Next comes my saddle and I screw it down tight
Then I step on him and I raise the blind
Get out the way boys he's gonna unwind
He sure's a frog walker he heaves a big sigh
He only likes wings for to be on the fly
He turns his old belly right up to the sun
He sure is a son fishin' son of a gun
He's about the worst bucker I've seen on the range
He'll turn on a nickel and give you some change
He hits on all fours and goes up on high
Leaves me a spinning up there in the sky
I turn over twice and I come back to earth
I like in to cussin' the day of his birth
I know there are ponies that I cannot ride
There's some of them left they haven't all died
I'll bet all my money that many lie
They'll stay with ol' strawberry when he makes his hide die