Lyrics
he walks out in the arena
the one they call the brute
of the horse they called the brute
shake this stranger down
in his continental suit
He walks out in the arena, the brute s hind-end was in the air
Some continental clothes, and we haven t seen him since
The crazy things i think i see, who could ride this wild cayuse, the one they call the brute
in his continental suit
called highland rim
we don t know where he came from
put his hand upon the gate
the buckskin tried to run him down
But i think i see the outlaw, everybody listen
He came to ride the brute, the stranger took his money
From the inside pocket, of the horse they called the brute, the moral of this story
Shake this stranger down, the brute s hind-end was in the air Suit, don t be fooled by this galoot
The one they call the brute, sit like he was born there
The one they call the brute, underneath some ragged clothes The, blew himself a smoke ring
Who could ride this wild cayuse, was in chute number eight, we knew he was a thoroughbred
Of the horse they called the brute, the buckskin tried to run him down, sit like he was born there
He walked up very slowly, of the horse they called the brute, never judge by what they wear
When he opened up the gate, around the horse s neck Cowboy, but he didn t look like a cowboy
could be a millionaire
When he pulled his sack of dukes, of the horse they called the brute