Well, I was layin' round town just a-spendin' my timeOut of a job and not makin' a dimeWhen a fella steps up and he says,I suppose you're a bronc-ridin' man by the looks of your clothesYou guessed me just right, I'm a good one, I claimsDo you happen to have any bad ones to tame?He says that he hasn't a bad one to buckAnd for throwin' good riders he's had lots of luckWell, it's oh, that Strawberry RoanOh, that Strawberry RoanThey say he's a coyote that's never been rodeThe man that gets on him is bound to be throughGet off that Strawberry RoanWell, I gets all excited and asksWhat he's got to sayHe pays to ride this old pony for a couple of daysHe offers a ten-spot, says, I am your manFor a bronc never lived that I couldn't fanWell, he says, get your saddle and I'll give you a chanceSo I gets in the buckboard, we drives to the ranchI stays until mornin' and right after chuckI steps out to see if this outlaw can buckWell, it's oh, that Strawberry RoanOh, that Strawberry RoanOh, that Strawberry RoanThey say he's a coyote that's never been rodeThe man that gets on him is bound to be throughGet off that Strawberry RoanDown in the corral, standin' aloneIs this old cabalow, a Strawberry RoanHis legs is all spabbed and he has pigeon toesTwo little pig eyes and a big Roman noseLittle panniers, they say, they're all panniersThat touched at the tipAnd a big forty-four run on his left hipHe's ewe-necked and old with a long lower jawI could see with one eye he was a regular outlawWell, it's oh, that Strawberry RoanOh, that Strawberry RoanThey say he's a coyote that's never been rodeThe man that gets on him is bound to be throughGet off that Strawberry RoanI buckle on my spurs, I'm sure feelin' fineI picks up my hat and curls up my twineI piles my rope on him and well I know thenThat afore I get rode, I've sure earned my tenI gets the blinds on him, it sure is a fightNext comes my old saddle and I screws her on tightThen I steps onto him and raises the blindsI'm right in his middle to see him unwindWell, it's oh, that Strawberry RoanOh, that Strawberry RoanThey say he's a coyote that's never been rodeThe man that gets on him is bound to be throughGet off that Strawberry RoanHe bowed his old neck and I guess he's unwoundFor he seemed to quit livin' down there on the groundHe went up towards the east and come down towards the westTo stay in his middle, I'm sure doin' my bestHe showed up in the middle of the roadHe sure is frog walkin', he heaves a big sighHe only lacks wings to be on the flyHe turns his old belly right up to the sunHe sure is a sunfish and son of a gunWell, it's oh, that Strawberry RoanIt's oh, that Strawberry RoanThey say he's a coyote that's never been rodeThe man that gets on him is bound to be throughGet throwed by that Strawberry RoanHe's about the worst bucker I've seen on the rangeHe can turn on a nickel and give you the changeAnd when he's a buck and he squeals like a shootI tell you that pony has sure got my goatI claims that no foolin' that outlaw can stepBut I'm still in his middle and a buildin' repHe hits an all fours and he turns on his sideI don't see what keeps him from losin' his hideWell, it's oh, that Strawberry RoanIt's oh, that Strawberry RoanThey say he's a coyote that's never been rodeThe man that gets on him is bound to be throughGet throwed by that Strawberry RoanWell, I loses my stirrup and also my hatI'm clawin' at leather as blind as a batWith a phenomenal jump he goes up on highLeaves me sittin' on nothin' up there in the skyWell, I turned over and comes back to earthAnd I lights into cussin' the day of his birthAnd I knows their old ponies are not able to rideThere's some of them left, they haven't all diedWell, it's oh, that Strawberry RoanIt's oh, that Strawberry RoanThey say he's a coyote that's never been rodeThe man that gets on him is bound to be throughGet throwed by that Strawberry Roan