G D7 G
Well he walked out in the arena all dressed up to the brim
Em D7
Said he’s just came down from a place called Highland Rim
G Bm C G
Well he said he came to ride the horse the one they called The Brute
D7 G
But he didn’t look like a cowboy in his Continental Suit
D7 G
We snickered at the way he dressed but he never said a word
Em D7
He walked on by the rest of us as if he hadn’t heard
G Bm C G
А thousand bucks went to the man that could ride this wild Cayuse
D7 G
А meaner horse was never born than the one they called The Brute
D7 G
The horse that he was looking for was in chute number eight
Em D7
He walked up very slowly put his hand upon the gate
G Bm C G
We knew he was a thoroughbred when he pulled a sack of Dukes
D7 G
From the inside pocket of his continental suit
D7 G
He rolled himself a quirley and he lit it standing there
Em D7
He blew himself a smoke ring and he watched it disappear
G Bm C G
We thought he must be crazy when he opened up the gate
D7 G
Standing just inside was fifteen hundred pounds of hate
D7 G
The buckskin tried to run him down but the stranger was too quick
Em D7
He stepped aside and threw his arms around the horse’s neck
G Bm C G
He pulled himself upon the back of the horse they called The Brute
D7 G
Sat like he was born there in his continental suit
D7 G
The Brute’s hind end was in the air his front end on the ground
Em D7
Kicking and a squealing trying to shake the stranger down
G Bm C G
But the stranger didn’t give an inch he came to ride The Brute
D7 G
And he came to ride the buckskin in a continental suit
D7 G
Well I turned around to look at Jim and he was watching me
Em D7
He said I don’t believe the crazy things I think I see
G Bm C G
But I think I see the outlaw the one they call The Brute
D7 G
Ridden by a cowboy in a continental suit
D7 G
The Brute came to a standstill ashamed that he’d been rode
Em D7
By a city cowboy in some continental clothes
G Bm C G
The stranger took his money and we don’t know where he went
D7 G
We don’t know where he came from and we haven’t seen him since
D7 G
The moral of this story never judge by what they wear
Em D7
Underneath some ragged clothes could be a millionaire
G Bm C G
Everybody listen don’t be fooled by this galoot
D7 G
The sure enough bronc buster in a continental suit
Well he walked out in the arena all dressed up to the brim
Em D7
Said he’s just came down from a place called Highland Rim
G Bm C G
Well he said he came to ride the horse the one they called The Brute
D7 G
But he didn’t look like a cowboy in his Continental Suit
D7 G
We snickered at the way he dressed but he never said a word
Em D7
He walked on by the rest of us as if he hadn’t heard
G Bm C G
А thousand bucks went to the man that could ride this wild Cayuse
D7 G
А meaner horse was never born than the one they called The Brute
D7 G
The horse that he was looking for was in chute number eight
Em D7
He walked up very slowly put his hand upon the gate
G Bm C G
We knew he was a thoroughbred when he pulled a sack of Dukes
D7 G
From the inside pocket of his continental suit
D7 G
He rolled himself a quirley and he lit it standing there
Em D7
He blew himself a smoke ring and he watched it disappear
G Bm C G
We thought he must be crazy when he opened up the gate
D7 G
Standing just inside was fifteen hundred pounds of hate
D7 G
The buckskin tried to run him down but the stranger was too quick
Em D7
He stepped aside and threw his arms around the horse’s neck
G Bm C G
He pulled himself upon the back of the horse they called The Brute
D7 G
Sat like he was born there in his continental suit
D7 G
The Brute’s hind end was in the air his front end on the ground
Em D7
Kicking and a squealing trying to shake the stranger down
G Bm C G
But the stranger didn’t give an inch he came to ride The Brute
D7 G
And he came to ride the buckskin in a continental suit
D7 G
Well I turned around to look at Jim and he was watching me
Em D7
He said I don’t believe the crazy things I think I see
G Bm C G
But I think I see the outlaw the one they call The Brute
D7 G
Ridden by a cowboy in a continental suit
D7 G
The Brute came to a standstill ashamed that he’d been rode
Em D7
By a city cowboy in some continental clothes
G Bm C G
The stranger took his money and we don’t know where he went
D7 G
We don’t know where he came from and we haven’t seen him since
D7 G
The moral of this story never judge by what they wear
Em D7
Underneath some ragged clothes could be a millionaire
G Bm C G
Everybody listen don’t be fooled by this galoot
D7 G
The sure enough bronc buster in a continental suit
