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COWBOY IN THE CONTINENTAL SUIT (Robbins) Marty Robbins - 1964 Well, he walks 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 call The Brute But he didnít look like a cowboy in his continental suit We sniggered at the way he dressed but he never said a word He walks on by the rest of us as if he hadnít heard A thousand bucks went to the man that 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 shoot number eight He walked up very slowly, put his hand upon the gate We knew he was a thoroughbred when he pulled a sack of Dukes From the inside pocket of his continental suit Well, he rolled himself a Quirley 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 horses neck And he pulled himself upon the back of the horse they called The Brute Sat like he was born there in his continental suit The Bruteís 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 didnít give an inch, he came to ride The Brute And he came to ride the buckskin in a continental suit Well, I turned around to look at Jim and he was watching me He said ďI donít 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 continental suitĒ The Brute came to a standstill, ashamed that heíd been rode By a city cowboy in some continental clothes The stranger took his money then we donít know where he went We donít know where he came from and we havenít seen him since The moral of this story Ė never judge by what they wear Underneath some ragged clothes could be a millionaire Everybody listen, donít be fooled by this galoot This sure enough broke buster in a continental suit

    


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