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