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Marty Robbins – The Cowboy In The Continental Suit Album Version Lyrics

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Well, he walks out in the arena
All dressed up to the brim
Said hed 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 didnt 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 hadnt heard
A thousand 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 thoroughbred
When he pulled his sack of Dukes
From the inside pocket
Of his Continental Suit

Well, he rolled hisself a Corley
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
Fifeteen 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 pulled himself up on the back
Of the horse they called The Brute
Sit 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-squealin, tryin to
Shake this stranger down
But the stranger didnt 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 watchin me
He said, I dont 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 stand-still
Ashamed that hed been rode
By a city cowboy in
Some Continental clothes
The stranger took his money
And we dont know where he went
We dont know where he came from
And we havent seen him since

The moral of this story
Never judge by what they wear
Underneath some ragged clothes
Could be a millionaire
Everybody listen
Dont be fooled by this galoot
This sure-nough bronc buster
In a Continental Suit

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