Tom Blasingame Songtext / Lyric

Tom Blasingame



Tom's the name

Tom Blasingame

Eighty-five years in the saddle

Seen eighty-five years

Through a cow horse's ears

Whilst' a chasing the wild bovine



So you thought they're all gone

There's 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






There's 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 S's

The Five L's

The big Double O's

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 man's true joy

Is in work that he likes to do

So if I understand

Tom's the right joyous man

Tom here's a-lookin' at you