Stawberry Roan

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The Castration of the Strawberry Roan
Sung by Glenn Ohrlin

Well I'm hanging 'round town
In a house of ill fame
Layed up with a twist
Of a hustling dame

And a hop-headed pig
With his nose full of coke
Beats me out of my whore
An' left me stone-broke

Up steps a stranger
Said he "Say, my lad
"Are you any good riding
"Horses that's bad?"

I said, "You damn right
"That's one thing I can do.
"I'm a second rate pimp
"But a good buckaroo."

O, that strawberry roan
How many colts has he thrown?
He's got gonorrhea, the glanders and syph
The blue-balls and claps
But his tool is still stiff
Look out for that strawberry roan

When a good looking filly
Would come in to heat
Was the strawberry roan
That throwed her the meat

The upshot of it was
I found myself hired
To snap out some broncs
This roan stud had sired

Their knot-head cayuse's
Just like their dad
Most of them roans
And all of them's bad

With their feet in my pockets
Them bastards would fight
Till my ass drug my tracks
Along before night

With my balls in my boots
And my mouth full of shit
I's plumb tuckered out
And ready to quit

Whenever I thought
I had one of them rode
He busted my ass
And 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 getting damn sick
"Of you taking them falls
"We'll get that windmilling stud
"And we'll cut out his balls."

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 and fell
I flattened the strawberry roan

Well, the boss held his head
While I hog-tied his legs
I got out my knife
And I went for his eggs

He knowed what I wanted
He knowed it damn well
'Cause he fought like a tiger
And he squealed like hell

Well, I opened his bag
And 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 hidden
Some place in his guts

Well, I'm swimming in blood
N I felt something pass
But its only a turd
On the way to his ass

Well, the boss said, I'm sick
Of this hard buck'n breed
If it takes us all night
We'll get that other seed

Just then I heard one of them
Blood curdling' squalls
An' 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 bosses voice changed
An' I knew he was beat

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 for that strawberry roan.

 


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