Intro
Verse 1
I've Got A Horse Nobody Wanted,
Nobbly Knees, A Coat Full Of Burs,
The Old Man Said, "Just Watch Him Sunny,
Ride Him Out, But Don't Wear Your Spurs,"
That Day Seems Like Ancient History,
His Head Stayed Up, So Did Mine,
I Wear My Spurs Now For Decoration,
He Tethers Well With A Bail And Twine,
Chorus
I May Never Win A Buckle,
Or Ride A Horse With A Good Bloodline,
But I Was Born To Sit The Saddle,
On That Wild Roan Brumby Of Mine,
Verse 2
I Hit The Track To Make A Quick Buck,
Set Young And Proud, 16 Hands,
I Learned Real Quick, That Slow And Steady,
But Leave You Lying There In The Sand,
Of All The Horses That I've Gathered,
One Stands Out Above The Rest,
There's No Nag That I'd Rather Saddle,
Than The Mountain Roan That I Love The Best,
Chorus
I May Never Win A Buckle,
Or Ride A Horse With A Good Bloodline,
But I Was Born To Sit The Saddle,
On That Wild Roan Brumby Of Mine,
Interlude
Verse 3
Whats A Buckle When You Want It,
But To Make Yourself Feel Proud,
That Roan And I've Worked Magic,
With No Glory And No Roaring Crowd,
When He Grows Old And Grey And Tired,
I'll Turn Him Out By The Homestead Yard,
C Am
Spend His Days Just Out There Grazing,
Never More To Work So Hard,
Chorus
I May Never Win A Buckle,
Or Ride A Horse With A Good Bloodline,
But I Was Born To Sit The Saddle,
On That Wild Roan Brumby Of Mine,
I May Never Win A Buckle,
Or Ride A Horse With A Good Bloodline,
But I Was Born To Sit The Saddle,
On That Wild Roan Brumby Of Mine,
Outro
On That Wild Roan Brumby Of Mine,
By William Alexander/Pete Denahy
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