He walked out in the arena all dressed up to the brim
Said he just came down from a place called Highland Rim
And he said he came to ride the horse the one they called the Brute
But he didn't look like a cowboy in the continental suit
We snickered at the way he dressed but he never said a word
Walked 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 lookin' for was in chute number eight
Walked up very slowly put his hand upon the gate
We knew he was a purebred when he pulled a sack o' Deuce
From the inside pocket of his continental suit
He rolled himself a quirly and he lit it standin' there
Blew himself a smoke ring and he watched it disappear
We thought he must be crazy as he opened up the gate
Standin' 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 he pulled himself upon the back of the horse they called the Brute
Sat 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 the stranger down
But the stranger wouldn't give an inch he came to ride the Brute
He came to ride that buckskin in a continental suit
I turned around to look at Jim but he was watchin' me
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 standstill ashamed that he'd been rode
By some 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
So everybody listen don't be fooled by this galoot
Sure enough bronc rider in his continental suit
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He walked out in the arena all dressed up to the brim
Said he just came down from a place called Highland Rim
And he said he came to ride the horse the one they called the Brute
But he didn't look like a cowboy in the continental suit
We snickered at the way he dressed but he never said a word
Walked 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 lookin' for was in chute number eight
Walked up very slowly put his hand upon the gate
We knew he was a purebred when he pulled a sack o' Deuce
From the inside pocket of his continental suit
He rolled himself a quirly and he lit it standin' there
Blew himself a smoke ring and he watched it disappear
We thought he must be crazy as he opened up the gate
Standin' 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 he pulled himself upon the back of the horse they called the Brute
Sat 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 the stranger down
But the stranger wouldn't give an inch he came to ride the Brute
He came to ride that buckskin in a continental suit
I turned around to look at Jim but he was watchin' me
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 standstill ashamed that he'd been rode
By some 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
So everybody listen don't be fooled by this galoot
Sure enough bronc rider in his continental suit
Said he just came down from a place called Highland Rim
And he said he came to ride the horse the one they called the Brute
But he didn't look like a cowboy in the continental suit
We snickered at the way he dressed but he never said a word
Walked 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 lookin' for was in chute number eight
Walked up very slowly put his hand upon the gate
We knew he was a purebred when he pulled a sack o' Deuce
From the inside pocket of his continental suit
He rolled himself a quirly and he lit it standin' there
Blew himself a smoke ring and he watched it disappear
We thought he must be crazy as he opened up the gate
Standin' 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 he pulled himself upon the back of the horse they called the Brute
Sat 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 the stranger down
But the stranger wouldn't give an inch he came to ride the Brute
He came to ride that buckskin in a continental suit
I turned around to look at Jim but he was watchin' me
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 standstill ashamed that he'd been rode
By some 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
So everybody listen don't be fooled by this galoot
Sure enough bronc rider in his continental suit
Writer: MARTY ROBBINS
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Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.