I was hanging round town, just spending my time   Being out of a job and not earning a dime   A fellow walks up and he says, "I suppose   You're a bronc rider, from the looks of your clothes"      "Well, you figured me right and I'm a good one, I claim   Would you happen to have any outlaws to tame?"   He says, "I've got one and a good one to buck   At throwing top riders, he's had lots of luck"      He says this, here's one pony that's never been rode   And the man that gets on him is bound to get thrown   I got all heated up and I asked what he'd pay   To ride this old nag for a couple of days      Well, he offered me ten and I say, "I'm your man   For the bronc isn't living that I couldn't fan"   He says, "Get your saddle, I'll give you the chance"   So we hopped in his buckboard and rode to his ranch      Out in the horse corral, standing alone   Is an old Cavallo, a strawberry Roan   Little pin ears that touch at the tip   A big 44 brand upon his left hip      He was spavined all round and he had pigeon toes   Little pig eyes and a big Roman nose   U-necked and old, with a long lower jaw   You could tell at a glance, he's a regular outlaw      Well, I buckle on my spurs and I'm sure feeling fine   I pull down my hat and I pick up my twine   Throw my loop on him and well, I know then   Before he gets rode, I'll sure earn my ten      I get the blinds on him with a terrible fight   Next comes the saddle and I cinch him up tight   Then I step on him and raise up the blinds   "Get out of the way, boys, he's bound to unwind"      Well, I threw him his head and I'll say he unwound   He seemed to quit living down here on the ground   Went up in the east and come down in the west   I'm sitting up on him and doing my best      He sure was a frog-walker, he heaved a big sigh   He only lacked wings for to be on the fly   Turned his old belly right up to the sun   He sure was a sun fishing son of a gun      He's about the worst bucker I've seen on the range   He could turn on a nickel and give you some change   I lost both my stirrups and also my hat   I'm reaching for leather and blind as a bat      He come down on all fours and he went up on high   And he left me a-spinning up there in the sky   Turned over twice and I come down to the earth   And I lit into cussing the day of his birth      Now I know there's ponies that I cannot ride   There's some of them living, they haven't all died   But I'll bet my money there's no man alive   Who can stay with old Strawberry when he makes his high dive