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Buffalo
Days by her fire, dazed in the glow
Winter surrounds us up in Buffalo
Days of drowsy pleasure in the afternoon dark
We drift together, we drift
is my paw-paw
He gets his orders from my maw-maw
She makes him walk the line

You can find me in my wigwam
I'll be beatin' on my tom-tom
Pull out
paw-paw
He gets his orders from my maw-may
She makes him walk the line

You can find me in my wigwam
I'll be beatin' on my tom-tom
Pull out the pipe
Tom Joad got out of the old McAlester Pen
There he got his parole
After four long years on a man killing charge
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down
paw-paw
He gets his orders from my maw-may
She makes him walk the line

You can find me in my wigwam
I'll be beatin' on my tom-tom
Pull out the pipe
found little Muley and Muley said, 
They've been tractored out by the cats, 

Tom Joad walked down to the neighbor's farm, 
He found his family.
They
and ignorant
villagers
Dark shadows house a sleepy malice
In the backbrain
Of every body you meet
Man is the village animal
United by the glue

Of our
Tom Joad got out of the old McAlester Pen;
There he got his parole.
After four long years on a man killing charge,
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down
name out to the clouds,
Hey yaw, Hey yaw!

Why don't you meet me,
Back at the tepee?
We'll lay down by the camp fire.
There, in the dark night,
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a gin shot too, but what cares I for praise ?
I
could cry but I don't wanna.
And the dream's lost on me.

I come out shootin' when trouble comes knockin'.
I greet bad news by sending it walkin'.
could cry but I don't wanna.
And the dream's lost on me.

I come out shootin' when trouble comes knockin'.
I greet bad news by sending it walkin'.
see dark eyed Michael
With his dark eyed bride
Those three are on my mind
And three proud mothers
Weeping side by side
Those three are on my mind
Paula came from DC
She was a whole lot like me,
She grew up on Star Wars
We went to shows in the park
Professed our love in the dark
Roadtrips
see dark eyed Michael
With his dark eyed bride
Those three are on my mind
And three proud mothers
Weeping side by side
Those three are on my mind

But
listening to a party line.]

[Woman's voice] Breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker. We lookin' for that one Buffalo Roy out there. Buffalo Roy, what's your
a pretty city boy
I’m a fishin’ in the dark nitty gritty boy
So let me love you

Slow as the Mississippi
Strong as a fifth of whiskey
Steady as a Tom Petty
Muley and little Muley said,
"They've been tractored out by the cats, Tom,
They've been tractored out by the cats." 

Then Tom he walked
a pretty city boy
I'm a fishin' in the dark nitty gritty boy, yeah
So let me love you

Slow as the Mississippi
Strong as a fifth of whiskey
Steady as a Tom
Hey girl, I’m just a small town run around
I get my kicks out on the outskirts of town
I could never do it like a pretty city boy
I’m more
jeans like Israelites
Stack chips, Komar accounts this
Fancy whips, smoked out with dark tints
Ganja, stay Jane like Fonda
Willie Honda's the boss
Wendy left me all alone
No postcard or telephone
Wintertime down by the beach
In a jukebox bar way out of reach

She liked Tom Waits
Wendy left me all alone
No postcard or telephone
Wintertime down by the beach
In a jukebox bar way out of reach

She liked Tom Waits
the dark
Oh, I cut down all the cottonwoods

I picked up all the arrowheads off buffalo trails of the Indians
The Oklahoma sky was cutting through
Along
to the kitchen 
Goofy was a punk and everybody knew 
Him and Huckleberry Hound was spotted drinkin' brew 

In the alley out back, in the corner in the dark