Let me tell you a tale and a good one I own
Of an old caballo,
a strawberry roam
I was hanging round town just to spendin' my time
Out of a job and not earnin' a dime
When a stranger steps up
and he says, I suppose
You're a bronco rider by the looks of your clothes
I says,
guess you're right,
there's none I can't tame
If it's ridin' wild ponies,
that's my middle name
Oh, that strawberry roam,
oh, that strawberry roam
He says he's a caillous that's never been rowed
The guy that gets on him is bound to get throwed
Off of that strawberry roam
Out in the horse corral standin' alone Is an old caballo,
a strawberry roam
Spivin' old legs and small pigeon toes
Pair of pig eyes and a long Roman nose
Little pin ears and they're split at the
tip A big .44 brand was on his left hip
So I puts on my spurs and I coils up my twine Says to this stranger,
that ten spot is mine
Oh, that strawberry roam,
oh,
that strawberry roam I'll break him to saddle or break him
my own I'll ride him until he lies down with a groan
Bring on your strawberry roam
Then I puts on the blind and it sure
is a fight Next comes the saddle,
I screws her down tight
Steps up aboard him and raises the blind Get out of the way,
boys,
he's gonna unwind
Sure is a frog walker,
he heaves a big sigh He only likes wings for to be on the fly
He's the worst buckin' bronco I've seen on the range
Turn on a nickel and give you some change Oh,
that strawberry roam,
oh, that strawberry roam
That sun-fishin' critter's worth leavin' alone
There's an area buster from Texas to Nome
Can ride that strawberry roam,
can ride that strawberry roam