Lyrics:
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
by the light of the moon
The snow stopped falling just for you
And I can keep you warm
I have my scarf to lasso you
And spin you down the road
Buffalo
of my lasso
Money bag in my pants tucked in like fat rolls
Any Tom dick Harry can get it
Bubba gets scary Buffalos with it
Once we get started we ain’t
on down to that promised land
And then I'm gonna really go far
Bury me out on the prairie
Where the buffalo used to roam
Where the Canada geese once
when I'm touring
I don't Ford Explore it, push the Lamborghini Urus, I can assure I floored it
Nigga your bitch think I'm gorgeous
My Tom Fords is
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
like this yeah
Buffalo's yeah on the blitz
Ain't no other band like this yeah
Woe woe woe woe
A few of us only in the sky
Surrounded by some flaky eyes
Buffalo gals
Won't you come out tonight
Won't you come out tonight
Won't you come out tonight
Buffalo gals
Won't you come out tonight
And dance by
hidin'
Or shelter from the rain
You'll hear the thunder miles around
You'll feel it shaking through the ground
When the buffalo puts his foot down
Days Of 49
~~~~~~~~~~
Im old tom moore from the bummers shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but what cares
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
the buffalo sleep
Does the lightning rush
Where the buffalo sleep
Does the hammer drop on the one on top
I'm up too high, but I won't come down
No I won't come
Poppa was a workin man
Hustled tryna get that dough
Overtime till no more time
Riverside, Buffalo
Poppa was a workin man
Hustled tryna get that dough
of the pass
I sit here and dream of the buffalo grass
The ponies are shaggy, their coats have grown long
With their heads down they huddle together as one
Some people count on me
Some have it out for me
Family is proud of me
Angels look down on me
God looking out for me
Good looking out my G
Bless up
Tom
I can feel these memories in my bone marrow
I used to sit by the stream and make my own arrows
Whole tung and buffalo in a healing flow
We bend down
Ohhh all up on the cbs an watched get smoked now
Bring'em to the table but that bitch will get broke down
77 lake effect and now we tak'em by storm
Its
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
the Injuns wait by the canyon's gate to take Bill by surprise
But they'll never beat the mustang feet of the fastest horse alive.
So, over the rim
away
Anytime she goes away
Any time she goes away
Tom Tom thing she hol my idea ehh
Tom Tom sweet she hol my idea
Tom Tom sweet she hol my idea
Tom Tom
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,
nasty little habit
of peekin? down the shirts of all the little girls
as they pass me by
And I wonder when it all catches up to me
and I finally break
[spoken]
No mic check?
[Verse 1: see-Rayz Walz]
I see dead buffalos, on the plains of the horizon
Electromagnetic energy fields like M. Bison
We ride for the homies
One bad move and you going down below me
Make you dig your fucking grave
Before I throw you in
Tell the Devil that we said
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