[00:00.00] 作词 : Marty Robbins
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Con Conrad
[00:00.00] Well, he walks out in the arena
[00:06.42]All dressed up to the brim
[00:08.73]Said he'd just came down from a place
[00:11.19]Called 'Highland
[00:11.88]Rim'Well, he said he came to ride the horse
[00:15.09]The one they call '
[00:16.02]The Brute'
[00:17.04]But he didn't look like a cowboy
[00:18.90]In his Continental
[00:22.38]SuitWe snickered at the way he dressed
[00:24.45]But he never said a word
[00:26.64]He walks on by the rest of us
[00:28.77]As if he hadn't heard
[00:30.93]A thousand bucks went to the man
[00:32.94]Who could ride this wild cayuse
[00:35.37]A meaner horse was never born
[00:37.17]Than the one they called '
[00:38.40]The Brute'
[00:40.62]The horse that he was looking for
[00:42.72]Was in chute number eight
[00:44.88]He walked up very slowly
[00:46.56]Put his hand upon the gate
[00:48.96]We knew he was a thoroughbred
[00:50.94]When he pulled his sack of '
[00:52.32]Dukes'From the inside pocket
[00:55.08]Of his Continental
[01:00.63]SuitWell, he rolled hisself a '
[01:01.95]Corley'And he lit it standing there
[01:05.16]Blew himself a smoke ring
[01:06.87]And he watched it disappear
[01:09.09]We thought he must be crazy
[01:11.19]When he opened up the gate
[01:13.53]Standing just inside was
[01:15.30]Fifteen hundred pounds of hate
[01:18.90]The Buckskin tried to run him down
[01:20.82]But the stranger was too quick
[01:23.01]He stepped aside and threw his arms
[01:25.23]Around the horse's neck
[01:27.21]And pulled himself up on the back
[01:29.34]Of the horse they called '
[01:30.54]The Brute'
[01:31.62]Sit like he was born there
[01:33.39]In his Continental
[01:37.05]Suit'The Brute's' hind-end was in the air
[01:39.12]His front end on the ground
[01:41.37]Kickin' and a-squealin', tryin' to
[01:43.29]Shake this stranger down
[01:45.24]But the stranger didn't give an inch
[01:47.49]He came to ride '
[01:48.60]The Brute'
[01:49.56]And he came to ride the
[01:50.76]BuckskinIn a
[01:51.87]Continental
[01:56.82]SuitWell,
[01:57.15]I turned around to look at
[01:58.71]JimAnd he was watchin' me
[02:01.44]He said, "I don't believeThe crazy things I think I see"" But I think I see the outlawThe one they call 'The Brute'Ridden by a cowboyIn a Continental Suit "'
[02:15.24]The Brute' came to a stand-still
[02:17.43]Ashamed that he'd been rode
[02:19.65]By a city cowboy in
[02:21.48]Some Continental clothes
[02:23.67]The stranger took his money
[02:25.77]And we don't know where he went
[02:28.11]We don't know where he came from
[02:29.82]And we haven't seen him since
[02:33.39]The moral of this story
[02:35.04]Never judge by what they wear
[02:37.80]Underneath some ragged clothes
[02:39.69]Could be a millionaire
[02:42.12]Everybody listen
[02:43.62]Don't be fooled by this galoot
[02:46.20]This sure 'nough bronc buster
[02:48.09]In a Continental
[02:49.56]Suit

作词 : Marty Robbins
作曲 : Con Conrad
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
SuitWe 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
SuitWell, 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
Fifteen 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
BuckskinIn a
Continental
SuitWell,
I turned around to look at
JimAnd he was watchin' me
He said, "I don't believeThe crazy things I think I see"" But I think I see the outlawThe one they call 'The Brute'Ridden by a cowboyIn 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