Besedila: Brenn Hill. 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