He is not one filled with humor,
but is silent around the fire,
When the darkness brings the shadows
and the beauty of the stars.
For he knows out in the darkness
there's an outlaw he must ride,
At the first green light of mornin'
he must scratch that horse's hide
He is not one of the cowboys
who will laugh and talk and sing
He's a stranger there among them,
Rider of the Wild Rough String
He's a legend on the cow range,
One rough horse is dread to see.
And he'll ride the treacherous outlaw,
Like a woman sipping tea.
Rough string rider, rough string rider,
Rustling rider, is your heart of stone.
All his actions are of beauty,
like a swan upon the lake.
When his voice recoils like thunder,
like a striking rattlesnake.
He is one that hides from nothing,
not afraid of men or beast,
and he rides the meanest horses
with the greatest sort of ease.
Rough string rider, rough string rider,
do you love, do you feel?
Early morning, black is midnight,
when the clouds are overhead
And the darkness brings no shadows,
and the lightning shakes your bed
When the slickers are all a -flappin'
And they're catchin' mornin' horses
And each man thinks he'll freeze
As each man calls for his day mount
Catch a gentle one, of course
Rough spring rider, holds no quarter
He don't have a gentle horse
But he goes on like he did have
Like it's not a job, just play
And he steps upon a bad one
Rough string rider, rough string rider
Man without fear, rough string rider
Have you ever shed a tear
When each man comes to the cook fire,
pour coffee black and thick,
and the wind's an earthly cryin',
and the ground is cold and slick.
When the slickers are all a -ploppin'
in an icy kind of breeze,
and they're catchin' mornin' horses,
and each man thinks he'll freeze.
Winter, summer, fall and spring
He's a stranger there among them
Ruff Spring never has much to say.
Spring Rider, Spring Rider,
Rider, Rider, Rough Rough Rough
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