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Strawberry Roan<\/span><\/strong> by Curly Fletcher\u00a0(1892-1954)<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

I was hanging round town just wasting my time,
\nOut of a job and not making a dime.
\nWhen a feller steps up and says I suppose,
\nYou’re a bronc rider by the looks of your clothes.<\/span><\/p>\n

You figures me right, and a good one I claim.
\nDo you happen to have any bad ones to tame?
\nHe says that I have and a bad one to buck
\nAnd at throwing good riders he’s had lots of luck.<\/span><\/p>\n

Chorus<\/span>: Oh, strawberry roan.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Oh, that strawberry roan!
\n\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0They say he\u2019s a chaious that\u2019s never been rode,
\n\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And the man that gets on him is sure to get throwed.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Oh, strawberry roan!<\/span><\/p>\n

Well, I gets all excited and asks what he\u2019d pay,
\nTo ride this old nag for a couple of day.
\nHe offers a ten spot. \u00a0I says I’m your man,
\nFor the bronc never lived that I couldn’t fan.<\/span><\/p>\n

No, the bronc never lived, nor he never drew breath,
\nThat I couldn’t ride till be starved plumb to death.
\nHe says get your saddle.\u00a0 I’ll give you a chance.
\nSo we gets in the buckboard and rides for the ranch.<\/span><\/p>\n

Chorus<\/span>: Oh, strawberry roan.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0Oh, that strawberry roan!
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Early next morning, right after chuck,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 We goes out to see if his outlaw can buck.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 Oh, strawberry roan!<\/span><\/p>\n

Down in the horse corral standing alone,
\nWas that old caballo, a strawberry roan.
\nHe’s ewe-necked and old, with a long lower jaw.
\nYou can see by one eye he’s a regular outlaw.<\/span><\/p>\n

His legs were all spavin.\u00a0 He had pigeon toes,
\nTwo little pig eyes, a big Roman nose,
\nLittle pin ears that touch at the tip,
\nAnd a big 44 run on his left hip.<\/span><\/p>\n

Chorus<\/span>: Oh, strawberry roan.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Oh, that strawberry roan!
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I puts on my spurs and I\u2019m sure feeling fine,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Pulls down my hat and I coils up my twine.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Oh, strawberry roan!<\/span><\/p>\n

I piles my loop on him and well I know then,
\nThat if he gets rode, I\u2019ll sure earn my ten.
\nI gets the blinds on him.\u00a0 It sure is a fight.
\nNext comes my saddle.\u00a0 I screws her down tight.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then I steps right up on him and raises the blinds.
\nI\u2019m right in the middle to see him unwind.
\nHe bowed his old neck and I guess he unwound.
\nHe seemed to quit living down there on the ground.<\/span><\/p>\n

Chorus<\/span>: Oh, strawberry roan.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0Oh, that strawberry roan!
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0I\u2019ll tell you, no fooling, this pony can step,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0But I\u2019m still in his middle a building my rep.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Oh, strawberry roan!<\/span><\/p>\n

Goes up towards the East and comes down toward the West,
\nTo stay in his middle I’m doing my best.
\nHe\u2019s about the worst bucker I\u2019ve seen on the range.
\nTurns on a nickel and gives you some change.<\/span><\/p>\n

He turns his old belly right up to the sun.
\nSure is a sun-fishing son of a gun.
\nAnd when he\u2019s a bucking he squeals like a shoat.
\nI\u2019ll tell you this pony has sure got my goat.<\/span><\/p>\n

Chorus<\/span>: Oh, strawberry roan.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Oh, that strawberry roan!
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I loses my stirrup and also my hat.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I starts pulling leather. I’m blind as a bat.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Oh, strawberry roan!<\/span>
\n\u00a0
\nWith one mighty jump he goes up on high
\nAnd leaves me a sitting up there in the sky.
\nI turns over twice and comes back down to earth,
\nAnd lights in a cussing the day of his birth.<\/span><\/p>\n

Now I know there are ponies that I cannot ride.
\nSome of them\u2019s living, they haven’t all died.
\nBut I’ll bet all my money the man ain’t alive
\nThat can stay with old strawberry when he makes \u2013 his \u2013 high \u2013 dive.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Written from memory mostly\u2026 as sung primarily by Jean Harvey in the Harvey Ranch<\/a> kitchen back in the early 1960\u2019s, Oakdale, California, and later once sung by the camp cook (name unknown) at the Kerrick Corral pack station<\/a>, summer of 1965, above Sonora, California.<\/span><\/p>\n

And here is a taste of the tune (without a chorus) as presented by Wilf Carter: http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=tx_-mmBtMUM&feature=related<\/a><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

— Joe Duncanson – 13 November, 2010<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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