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The Cowboy In a Continental Suit
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 a horse 
the one they call the brute
but he didn't look like a cowboy 
in his continental suit
 
we snickered at the way he dressed 
but he never said a word
he walks on by the rest of us 
as if he hadn't heard
a thousand bucks goes to the man 
that could ride this wild cayusse
a meaner horse was never born 
than the one they call the brute
 
the horse that he was looking for 
was in shoot number eight
he walked up very slowly
put his hands upon the gate
we knew he was a thoroughbred
when he pulled a sac of dukes
from the inside pocket of his continental suit
 
well he rolled himself a querly
and he lit it standing there
blew himself a smoke ring 
and 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 to quick
he stepped aside and threw his arms
around the horses neck
and he pulled himself upon the back
of the horse they call the brute
sitting like he was born there 
in his continental suit
 
the brutes hind end was in the air
his front end on the ground
kickin and a squealing 
trying to shake the stranger down
but he stranger didn't give an inch
he came to ride the brute 
and he came to ride the buckskin
in his continental suit
 
when i turned around to look at jim
and he was watching me 
he said i don't believe the
crazy things i think i see
well i think i see the outlaw 
the one they call the brute
ridin by a cowboy in a continental suit
 
the brute came to a stand still 
ashamed that he been rode
by a city cowboy in some continental clothes
the stranger took his money
we don't know were he went
we don't know were he came from 
and we haven't seen him sense
 
the moral of this story 
never judge by what they wear
underneath some ragged clothes 
could be a millionaire
everybody listen 
don't be fooled by this galute
this sure enough bronc buster 
in his continental suit

Submitted by - frank howard
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