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Thread #98522 Message #1955594
Posted By: Songster Bob
02-Feb-07 - 10:12 AM
Thread Name: Best Western Song
Subject: RE: Best Western Song
As requested:
VERSE 1
I was hangin 'round town In a house of ill fame Laid up with a twist Of a hustlin' dame When a hop-headed kid With his nose full of coke Beat me out'a my whore An' left me stony-broke When up steps a stranger Said he say, my lad Are you any good ridin' Horses that's bad I said, you're damn right That's one thing I can do I'm a second rate pimp But a good buckeroo
CHORUS
O, that strawberry roan How many colts has he thrown He's got ghonarrhea, the glanders an' syph The blue-balls n' clap, But his tool is still stiff Look out for that strawberry roan
VERSE 2
When a good lookin' filly Would come into heat Was the strawberry roan That slipped her the meat The upshot of it was I found myself hired To snap out some broncs This roan stud had sired They're knot-head cayuses Just like their Dad Most of them roans An' all of them bad With their feet in my pockets Them bastards would fight Till my ass drug my tracks Along before night
VERSE 3
With my balls in my boots 'N my mouth full of shit I'se plumb tuckered out 'N ready to quit Whenever I thought I had one of them rode He busted my ass An' I found myself throwed Then the boss come around He said, that's enough The strawberry roan's Colts are to tough I'm a gettin' damn sick Of you takin' them falls We'll get that windmillin' stud An' we'll cut out his balls
CHORUS
O, that strawberry roan We went out to unbend his bone I built a big loop 'N went to the corral I roped his front feet He jumped, he kicked He snorted, he farted 'n fell I flattened that strawberry roan
VERSE 4
Well, the boss held his head While I hog-tied his legs I got out my knife 'N I went for his eggs He knowed what I wanted He knowed it damn well Cause he fought like a tiger An' he squealed just like hell
VERSE 5
Well, I opened his bag 'N he let out a moan He squealed like a shoat When I cut out that stone But all I could locate Was one of his nuts The other was swimmin' Some place in his guts
Well, I'm swimmin' in blood When I felt somethin' pass But it's only a turd On the way to his ass
VERSE 7
Well, the boss said, I'm sick Of this hard buckin' breed If it takes us all night We'll get that other seed Just then I heard one of them Blood curdlein' squalls 'Cause the strawberry roan Had the boss by the balls Well, I stomped on his head But it was no use He's just like a bulldog He wouldn't turn loose I untied his legs And he got to his feet The boss's voice changed An' I knew he was beat
CHORUS
O, that strawberry roan I advise you to leave him alone He's a knot-headed cayuse With only one ball But the boss is a eunuch With no balls at all Look out fer that strawberry roan
from http://maxhunter.missouristate.edu/0733/index.html
Some of the stanzas are odd in length, and one chorus has an extra line, it seems, but hey, it's folk music. When the Sons of the Pioneers had a 78 of the "other" Strawberry Roan out, a folklorist asked for it at the store, and the clerk looked sheepish and gave him a copy of this song (don't know who the singer was). So there probably is a studio recording somewhere, as opposed to a field recording, of this song, from the 30s.