Представляем точный текст композиции "The Ballad Of Buffalo Brogan" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Brenn Hill . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «The Ballad Of Buffalo Brogan» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Brenn Hill передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Brenn Hill - "The Ballad Of Buffalo Brogan"
Lyrics to 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 Shed come over on the Mormon Trail She was an angel born in Hell So as the storys 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 Cherokees 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 Theres a lesson that I spin in the story that I tell Just a ranchers daughter Pretty as a full white moon Born with a silver spoon Tom Leventhals 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 hed never known Sweet as any loop hed 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 Theres 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 Ill 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 Cherokees son Learnin how the west was lost and won Now theres 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 theres a baby boy With his Daddys cold dark eyes Troubled as the Kansas skies Tight against her breast Hes the heir to the brand And one day hell learn to ride With his Mama by his side The girl with no regrets But the world it is so hard on a Cherokees 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 Youre just a castaway I pray Mother Nature takes you in Theres a lesson that I spin in the story that I tell [ The Ballad Of Buffalo Brogan Lyrics ]
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