Me and My Fella and My Big Umbrella - Rita Hayworth

I was standin' 'round town just a-spendin' my time

Nothin' else to spend, not even a dime

When a feller steps up and he says, «I suppose

You’re a bronc' bustin' man by the looks of your clothes.»

«You guessed me right, and a good one,» I claim

«Do you happen to have ay bad ones to tame?»

He says, «I've got one and a bad one to buck;

At throwin' bronc riders he’s had lots of luck.»

Well, it’s oh, that strawberry roan

Oh, that strawberry roan!

He says, «This old pony ain’t never been rode

And the boy that gets on him is sure to get throwed.»

Oh, that strawberry roan!

I gets all excited and I ask what he pays

To ride this old goat for a couple of days

He offers a ten spot.

I says, «I'm your man

For the bronc never lived that I couldn’t fan;

No, the bronc never lived, nor he never drew breath

That I couldn’t ride till be starved plumb to death."

He says, «Get your saddle, I’ll give you a chance.»

We got in the buckboard and rode to the ranch

Well, it’s oh, that strawberry roan

Oh, that strawberry roan!

We stayed until morning, and right after chuck

We goes out to see how that outlaw could buck

Oh, that strawberry roan!

Well, down in the horse corral standing alone

Was that old cavayo, old strawberry roan

His legs were spavined, and he had pigeon toes

Little pig eyes and a big Roman nose

Little pin ears that were crimped at the tip

With a big 44 branded 'cross his left hip;

He’s ewe-necked and old, with a long lower jaw

You can see with one eye he’s a reg’lar outlaw

Well, it’s oh, that strawberry roan

Oh, that strawberry roan!

He’s ewe-necked and old, with a long lower jaw

You can see with one eye he’s a reg’lar outlaw

Oh, that strawberry roan!

Well I puts on my spurs and I coils up my twine

I piled my loop on him, I’m sure feeling fine

I piled my loop on him, and well I knew then

If I rode this old pony, I’d sure earn my ten

I put the blinds on him, it sure was a fight

Next comes my saddle, I screws her down tight

I gets in his middle and opens the blind

I’m right in his middle to see him unwind

Well, it’s oh, that strawberry roan

Oh, that strawberry roan!

He lowered his old neck and I think he unwound

He seemed to quit living down there on the ground

Oh, that strawberry roan!

He went up towards the east and came down towards the west

To stay in his middle I’m doin' my best

He’s about the worst bucker I’ve seen on the range

He can turn on a nickel and give you some change

He turns his old belly right up to the sun

He sure is one sun-fishin' son of a gun!

I’ll tell you, no foolin', this pony can step

But I’m still in his middle and buildin' a rep

Well, it’s oh, that strawberry roan

Oh, that strawberry roan!

He goes up on all fours and comes down on his side

I don’t know what keeps him from losin' his hide

Oh, that strawberry roan!

I loses my stirrup and also my hat

I starts pulling leather, I’m blind as a bat;

With a big forward jump he goes up on high

Leaves me sittin' on nothin' way up in the sky

I turns over twice, and I comes back to earth

I lights in a-cussin' the day of his birth

I know there is ponies I’m unable to ride

Some are still living, they haven’t all died

Well, it’s oh, that strawberry roan

Oh, that strawberry roan!

I’ll bet all my money the man ain’t alive

That can stay with old strawberry when he makes his high dive

Oh, that strawberry roan!