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Chris LeDoux

Cowboy In The Continental Suit

 

Cowboy In The Continental Suit

(album: Rodeo And Living Free - 1975)


He walked out in the arena all dressed up to the brim
Said he just came down from a place called Highland Rim
Well he said he came to ride the horse the one they called the Brute
But he didn't look like a cowboy in the continental suit
We snickered at the way he dressed but he never said a word
He walked on by the rest of us if he hasn't heard
A tousand bucks went to the man who could ride this wild cayuse
A meaner horse was never born than the one they called the Brute
The horse that he was looking for was in chute number eight
He walked up very slowly put his hand upon the gate
We knew he was a throughbred when he pulled a sack o'Deuce
From the inside pocket of his conetinential suit
He rolled himself a quirly and he lit it standing there
Blew himself a smoke ring and he watched it disappear
We thought he must be crazy when he opened up the gate
Standing just inside was fifteen hundred pounds of hate

The buckskin tried to run him down but the stranger was too quick
He stepped aside and threw his arms around the horse's neck
And he pulled himself upon the back of the horse they called the Brute
Sat like he was born there in his continential suit
The Brute's hind end was in the air his front end on the ground
Kicking and a squealing trying to shake the stranger down
But the stranger wadn't give an inch he came to ride the Brute
And he came to ride the buckskin in a continential suit
I turned around to look at Jim and he was watching me
Said I don't believe the crazy things I think I see
But I think I see the outlaw the one they call the Brute
Ridden by a cowboy in a continential suite

The Brute came to a standstill ashamed that he'd been rode
By some city cowboy in some continential clothes
The stranger took his money and we don't know where he went
We don't know where he came from and we haven't seen him since
The moral of this story never judge by what they wear
Underneath some ragged clothes could be a millionaire
So everybody listen don't be fooled by this galoot
This sure enough bronc rider in his conetinential suit

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