My name is Tommy Whalen -Berry,
and I'm the point man for the brand.
I can rope and ride and break the Bronx,
some call me the top hand.
I own this pony and this rifle,
this saddle was my dad's.
And everything I've ever owned
fits in these saddle bags.
As I drag black calves to the fire
My heart's full of desire
Who's gone and stole my heart
And I got miles and miles
I'll be all night checking heifers
Till those babies hit the ground
And I've rode till I can't ride no more
And now I lie here on my bedroom
Counting stars and dream of you
Carlos Diego was a bandit
Who rode the southern plains
He wrestled through the yearlings
And he stole horses, gold, and women
And he'd killed a hundred men
The problem with the devil
And I got miles and miles of fence
To ride through those canyons
I'll be all night checking heifers
Till those babies hit the ground
And I've rode till I can't ride no more
And now I lie here on my bedroom
to count the stars and dream of
He was headed southern bound
So I borrowed me a pistol
And rode towards that border town
We met on Main Street right in midday
While the sun was burning bright
And both my hands were trembling
This was my first gunfight
And then the bullets rained like thunder
And the smoke could fill the sky
You're safe now girl, don't cry
Cause I got miles and miles
I'll be all night checking heifers
Till those babies hit the ground
And I'm broke, girl, I can't ride no more
Now I lie here on my bed rollin',
count the stars and dream of you
Now I lie here on my bed rollin',
count the stars and dream of you
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