I was hangin' around town just spendin' my time
I was out of a job not earnin' a dime
When a feller steps up and he says I suppose
You're a bronc rider by the looks of your clothes
Well I tell here's my hand a good one I claim
Have you got any broncos you want me to tame
Then he says he's got one that's bad one to buck
And throwing top riders he's had lots of luck

Then I get so excited and then asked what he pays
For a ride this old buck skin a couple of days
And he offered me ten and I says I'm your guy
For there's no bronc alive this ol' cowhand can't ride
So he says get your saddle I'll give you a chance
And I gets in his buckboard we drive to the ranch
And I stays until morning and right after chuck
I stepped out to see if this old neck would buck

Down there in the corral a standin' alone
Was this top old horseflash called Strawberry Roan
So I tightens my spurs and I climbs on his back
And he jumps and he snords and start ballin' a jack
Then he bold his old neck gave a jump and unwound
And he seemed to quit livin' down here on the ground
He's about the worst bucker I've seen on the range
He can turn on a nickel and give you some change

I have rolled 'em from Texas on up to Montan
I have broke the worst broncos in all of this land
But when he'd left the ground and he gave a big sigh
The only like wings to be able to fly
Then he turned on his ol' belly right up to the sun
For he sure was a rib snortin' son of a gun
And I'll bet all my dough everything that I own
There's no man alive can ride Strawberry Roan