The Ballad Of Buffalo Brogan

He was born in the Gyp Hills

The son of the Buffalo Wind

He had the red dirt in his skin

And a twister in his soul

The first-born of a white girl

She'd come over on the Mormon Trail

She was an angel born in Hell

So as the story's told

And they left him young

In a California rush

He was livin' in the mesquite brush

When a rancher took him in

And he learned how to ride

With a lasso in his hand

He rode for the Leventhal brand

In the cold West Kansas wind

But the world it can be hard on a Cherokee's son

Learnin' how the west was lost and won

And Buffalo Brogan

Hard as the Gyp Hill stone

You were born to ride alone

And your name will carry well

Just a castaway

'Til Mother Nature took you in

There's a lesson that I spin in the story that I tell

Just a rancher's daughter

Pretty as a full white moon

Born with a silver spoon

Tom Leventhal's only girl

And she fell in love

With that half-blood Cherokee hand

Half devil and half man

They fit together like a hand in a glove

Soft silhouette

Against a gold sun goin' down

Of her legs through a cotton gown

It took him by surprise

He stood down off his mount

And he took her by the hand

And they fell to the Gyp Hill sand

'Neath the troubled Kansas skies

And love was a taste he'd never known

Sweet as any loop he'd ever thrown

And Buffalo Brogan

Hard as the Gyp Hill stone

Got tired of bein' alone

Livin' in a cold dark shell

Got cast in her arms

And though he knew it was a sin

There's a lesson that I spin in the story that I tell

She told her Mama 'bout the baby growin' inside

She told Old Brogan he should run away and hide

But he said I love you and I'll stay and make my

stand

'Cause I have been true to your Daddy and his brand

But the world it is so hard on a Cherokee's son

Learnin' how the west was lost and won

Now there's a wanted sign

For a man named Buffalo

Most everywhere you go

From here to Oklahome

They say he pulled a knife

In a fight with Leventhal

He had his back up against a wall

Now he wanders all alone

And there's a baby boy

With his Daddy's cold dark eyes

Troubled as the Kansas skies

Tight against her breast

He's the heir to the brand

And one day he'll learn to ride

With his Mama by his side

The girl with no regrets

But the world it is so hard on a Cherokee's son

Learnin' how the west was lost and won

And Buffalo Brogan

Hard as the Gyp Hill stone

You were born to ride alone

And your name will carry well

You're just a castaway

I pray Mother Nature takes you in

There's a lesson that I spin in the story that I tell