Well, he walked out in the arena

All dressed up to the brim

Said he's just came down

From a place called Highland Rim

Well, he said he came to ride the horse

The one they called The Brute

But he didn't look like a cowboy

In his Continental Suit.



We snickered at the way he dressed but he never said a word

He walked on by the rest of us as if he hadn't heard

A thousand bucks went to the man that 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

He walked up very slowly, put his hand upon the gate

We knew he was a thoroughbred when he pulled a sack of Dukes

>From the inside pocket of his Continental Suit.



He rolled himself a Quirley and he lit it standing there

He 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

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-squeelin' - trying to shake the stranger down

But the stranger didn't give an inch - he came to ride "The Brute"

And he came to ride the buckskin in a continental suit.



Well, I turned around to look at Jim and he was watching me

He 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 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

Ev'rybody, listen - don't be fooled by this galoot

The sure enough bronc-buster in a Continental Suit.