Marty Robbins - Cowboy In The Continental Suit, аккорды

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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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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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А thousand bucks went to the man that could ride this wild Cayuse 
                                        
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А meaner horse was never born than the one they called The Brute 
 
                                   
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The horse that he was looking 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 
 
                                    
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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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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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The Brute's hind end was in the air his front end on the ground 
               
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Kicking and a squealing 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 
 
                                     
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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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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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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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Everybody listen  don't be fooled by this galoot 
                                   
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The sure enough bronc buster in a continental suit