Tom Blasingame

Tom Blasingame Toms the name Tom Blasingame Eighty-five years in the saddle Seen eighty-five years Through a cow horses ears Whilst a chasing the wild bovine So you thought theyre all gone Theres still one a-hangin on Tied hard and fast to the memories Might near the only one Could tell us how she got done Whilst a chasing the wild bovine Theres ten million cattle On ten thousand hills Guess no man can ride for em all Still Tom lopes along Through the rocks and the rills Following the ol cattle call The Cross Ss The Five Ls The big Double Os 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 mans true joy Is in work that he likes to do So if I understand Toms the right joyous man Tom heres a-lookin at you