Cowboy In The Continental Suit

C G7 C Well he walks out in the arena all dressed up to the brim Am G7 Said he's just came down from a place called Highland Rim C Em F C Well he said he came to ride the horse the one they called The Brute G7 C But he didn't look like a cowboy in his Continental Suit G7 C We snickered at the way he dressed but he never said a word Am G7 He walked on by the rest of us as if he hadn't heard C Em F C A thousand bucks went to the man that could ride this wild Cayuse G7 C A meaner horse was never born than the one they called The Brute G7 C The horse that he was looking for was in chute number eight Am G7 He walked up very slowly put his hand upon the gate C Em F C We knew he was a thoroughbred when he pulled a sack of Dukes G7 C From the inside pocket of his continental suit G7 C He rolled himself a quirley and he lit it standing there Am G7 He blew himself a smoke ring and he watched it disappear C Em F C We thought he must be crazy when he opened up the gate G7 C Standing just inside was fifteen hundred pounds of hate G7 C The buckskin tried to run him down but the stranger was too quick Am G7 He stepped aside and threw his arms around the horse's neck C Em F C He pulled himself upon the back of the horse they called The Brute G7 C Sat like he was born there in his continental suit G7 C The Brute's hind end was in the air his front end on the ground Am G7 Kicking and a squealing trying to shake the stranger down C Em F C But the stranger didn't give an inch he came to ride The Brute G7 C And he came to ride the buckskin in a continental suit G7 C Well I turned around to look at Jim and he was watching me Am G7 He said I don't believe the crazy things I think I see C Em F C But I think I see the outlaw the one they call The Brute G7 C Ridden by a cowboy in a continental suit G7 C The Brute came to a standstill ashamed that he'd been rode Am G7 By a city cowboy in some continental clothes C Em F C The stranger took his money and we don't know where he went G7 C We don't know where he came from and we haven't seen him since G7 C The moral of this story never judge by what they wear Am G7 Underneath some ragged clothes could be a millionaire C Em F C Everybody listen don't be fooled by this galoot G7 C The sure enough bronc buster in a continental suit