Tom Blasingame Lyrics

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

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