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        Well, he walks out in the arena
    All dressed up to the brim
    Said he'd 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 didn't 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 hadn't 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 horse's 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 Brute's" 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 didn't 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 don't 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 he'd been rode
    By a city cowboy in
    Some Continental clothes
    The stranger took his money
    And we don't know where he went
    We don't know where he came from
    And we haven't seen him since
    The moral of this story:
    Never judge by what they wear
    Underneath some ragged clothes
    Could be a millionaire
    Everybody listen
    Don't be fooled by this galoot
    This sure-'nough bronc buster
    In a Continental Suit
     
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