Marty Robbins - The Strawberry Roan Chords

 
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
2
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
1
1
3
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
1
2
1
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
2
4
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
2
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
1
2
4
1

7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
2
4
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
4
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
4
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
2
1
3
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
1
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
1
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
1
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
4
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
2

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
1
2
X
1
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
1
2
4
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
2
4
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
         
         
         
         
         
2
1
3
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
No chord
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo

Intro

D

I was hDangin' 'round town, just sA7pendin' my time Out of a job, not eDarnin' a dime A fD7eller steps up and he sGaid, "I suppose YA7ou're a bronc fighter from lDooks of your clothes." "You figures me right, I'm a gA7ood one." I claim "Do you happen to have any bDad ones to tame?" SD7aid "He's got one, a bGad one to buck At thA7rowin' good riders, he's had lots of lDuck." 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 span." He said: "Get your saddle, I'll give you a chance" In his buckboard we hopped and he drives to the ranch I stayed 'til 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 touched at the tip A big 44 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 'im and it sure is a fright Next comes the saddle and I screws it down tight Then I steps on 'im and I raises the blinds Get outta 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 a 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.