Tom Blasingame
TomÔÇÖs the name
Tom Blasingame
Eighty-five years in the saddle
Seen eighty-five years
Through a cow horseÔÇÖs ears
WhilstÔÇÖ a chasing the wild bovine
So you thought theyÔÇÖre all gone
ThereÔÇÖs still one a-hanginÔÇÖ on
Tied hard and fast to the memories
Might near the only one
Could tell us how she got done
WhilstÔÇÖ a chasing the wild bovine
ThereÔÇÖs ten million cattle
On ten thousand hills
Guess no man can ride for ÔÇÿem all
Still Tom lopes along
Through the rocks and the rills
Following the ÔÇÿol cattle call
The Cross SÔÇÖs
The Five LÔÇÖs
The big Double OÔÇÖs
The Matadors in Texas
And God only knows
What a wonderful life
What a wonderful game
Hair on ya Tom Blasingame
Now Tom he says that a manÔÇÖs true joy
Is in work that he likes to do
So if I understand
TomÔÇÖs the right joyous man
Tom hereÔÇÖs a-lookinÔÇÖ at you
