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Karaoké The Strawberry Roan - Marty Robbins

Cet enregistrement est une reprise de The Strawberry Roan rendu célèbre par Marty Robbins

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À propos

Tempo : variable (environ 168 BPM)

Tonalité identique à l'original : Mi♭

Durée : 03:25 - Extrait à : 01:57

Date de sortie : 1959
Styles : Country, En anglais
Compositeurs : Curley Fletcher, Fred Howard, Nat Vincent

Les titres à télécharger sont des playbacks bande orchestre, et non la musique originale.

Paroles The Strawberry Roan

I was hangin' 'round town just spendin' my time
Out of a job
Not earnin' a dime
A feller steps up and he said I suppose you're a bronc fighter from the looks of your clothes
You figures me right
I'm a good one I claim
Do you happen to have any bad ones to tame
Said he's got one
A bad one to buck for throwin' good riders he's had lots of luck
I gets all het up and I ask what he pays to ride this old nag for a couple of days
He offered me ten
I said I'm your man
A bronc never lived that I couldn't fan
He said Get your saddle
I'll give you a chance
In his buckboard we hops and he drives to the ranch
I stayed until mornin' and right after chuck
I stepped out to see if this outlaw can buck
Down in the horse corral standin' alone is an old caballo
A Strawberry Roan
His legs are all spavined
He's got pigeon toes
Little pig eyes and a big Roman nose
Little pin ears that touch at the tip
A big forty-four brand was on his left hip
U-necked and old with a long lower jaw
I could see with one eye he's a regular outlaw
I gets the blinds on him and it sure is a fright
Next comes the saddle and I screws it down tight
Then I steps on him and I raises the blind
Get out the way boys
He's gonna unwind
He sure is a frog-walker
He heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly
He turns his old belly right up to the sun
He sure is a sun-fishin' son-of-a-gun
He's about the worst bucker
I've seen on the range
He'll turn on a nickel and give you some change
He hits on all fours and goes up on high
Leaves me a-spinnin' up there in the sky
I turns over twice and I comes back to earth
I lights in the cussin' the day of his birth
I know there are ponies that I cannot ride
There's some of them left
They haven't all died
I'll bet all my money the man ain't alive that'll stay with old Strawberry when he makes his high dive

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