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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 Letras de canciones'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 From Letras Mania