The cowboy in the continental suit (intro)
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1. Well, he walked out in the arena all dressed up to the brim,
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said he's just came down from
a place called Highland Rim.
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Well, he said he came to ride
the horse, the one they called “The Brute”,
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but he didn't look like a
cowboy in his continental suit.
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2. We snickered at the way he dressed, but he never said a word,
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he walked on by the rest of us
as if he hadn't heard.
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A thousand bucks went to the
man that could ride this wild cayuse,
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a meaner horse was never born
than the one they called "The Brute."
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3. The horse that he was lookin' for was in
chute number eight,
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he walked up very slowly, put
his hand upon the gate.
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We knew he was a thoroughbred
when he pulled a sack of Dukes,
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from the
inside pocket of his Continental Suit.
( capo 3rd)
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4. He rolled himself a Quirley and he lit it standing
there,
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he blew himself a smoke ring
and he watched it disappear.
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We thought he must be crazy
when he opened up the gate,
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standing just inside was
fifteen hundred pounds of hate.
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5. The buckskin tried to run him down, but the stranger was too quick,
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he stepped aside and threw his
arms around the horse's neck.
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He pulled himself upon the
back of the horse they called "The Brute",
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sat like he
was born there in his continental suit.
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6. The Brute's hind end was in the air, his front end on the ground,
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kickin'
and a-squeelin' - trying to shake the stranger down.
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But the stranger didn't give
an inch, he came to ride "The Brute",
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and he came to ride the
buckskin in a continental suit. (capo 4th)
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7. Well, I turned around to look at Jim and he was watching me,
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he said, "I don't believe
the crazy things I think I see.
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But I think I see the outlaw,
the one they call “The Brute”,
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ridden by a
cowboy in a continental suit."
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8. The Brute came to a standstill - ashamed that he'd been rode,
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by a city
cowboy in some continental clothes.
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The stranger took his money
and we don't know where he went,
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we don't know where he came
from and we haven't seen him since.
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9. The moral of this story : never judge by
what they wear,
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underneath some ragged clothes
could be a millionaire.
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Ev'rybody,
listen, don't be fooled by this galoot,
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the sure
enough bronc-buster in a continental suit.
(orig. = capo 2nd) (Marty
Robbins)