Top Hand Lyrics
Last winter, I was workin’ on the plains above the grave
Llano Estacado
Elina, my one true love she gave to me her horse
His name was Quantro
I’m a top hand, and he’s a rider
Hell of a fighter
I’m a top hand
I fell in love
With a very rich and powerful
Cattle baron’s daughter
She pleaded in the plaza for them to forgive me of
The crimes I had committed
I’m a top hand, and he’s a rider
Pretty good fighter
I’m a top hand
I was born on the cotton fields alone, and mighty flowin’
Rio Bravo
I went o’
O’er the unpained and unbridled wild land
Of the western territories
I’m a top hand, and he’s a rider
Hell of a good fighter
I’m a top hand
Oh Llano, only men who make the law can write the stories
Story of a top hand
