Текст песни Marty Robbins - Cowboy In The Continental Suit

The Cowboy In The Continental Suit - Marty Robbins
Composer: M. Robbins
Label: CBS

Released as a single it reached #3 on the country chart in 1964
Play the ,  and  with a barre at the second and the  in 
the 5th position. Its then a simple slide of 1 fret up for each
key change.. 

#1:
Well he walks out in the arena all dressed up to the brim
Said he'd 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 his Continental Suit

#2:
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 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 chute 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

He rolled himself a quirley and he lit it standing there
He 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 the 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 continental 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 didn't 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 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 Continental Suit

"The Brute" came to a standstill ashamed that he'd bin rode 
By a city cowboy in some continental 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 the story never judge by what they wear 
Underneath some ragged clothes could be a millionaire
Everybody listen  don't be fooled by this galoot
The sure enough bronc buster in a Continental Suit