Lyrics:
Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy
tank
The numbers never lie but they also never tell the whole truth
Deanna's in the passenger side with the Buffalo blues
She said the guys that
The buffalo have given up on the world
And Apollo? Apollo is kissing all the valley girls
We climbed up the cross on the mountain on New Year's Eve
up our sacred grounds
Won't you leave the dead alone
Let the eagle fly and the buffalos roam
And give us back our home
Cherokee cry
Cherokee cry
us now, if we're lucky
White man light a big fire, stay cold
the red man's warmer, but the old man's old
the antelope seeks the buffalo in
Buffalo once roamed
The great expanse of our country
Now they stand in the sandbox
In the corner of the city
We had our picnics in the park
Watching
change
When we reach the next page
Or maybe we'll just disappear
Like one of those stories about UFOs
The Berlin wall or the buffalo's
Oh, Baby,
Watching buffalo herd and windmills sway
And still these paths do run wild
But now the concrete slabs make roads of mile
DId the wealthiest always get
Oh listen to the train
Comin' down the line
Tryin' to make up all of her lost time
From Buffalo to Washington
I'm gonna wash my jumper
Starch
felt so weak
Since the day the damn broke
Down at buffalo creek
"Hey don't you know, we ain't got no place
We ain't got no place to go
Hey yeah,
before he killed her
Sources tell News 4 the incident may have been in retaliation for shootings on Thursday
East side, west side, North Buffalo, South
hear the wailing of the Indian father
Ina Sam where the buffalo spirit chanting down babylon The undocumented suffer up on the border In a Sam where
the Shine State new York mind state
Check the Buffalo crime rate
Gas up on the hip in case you niggas trip
I run up on your whip and
Do some old Gangland shit
Buffalo to Washington
Hush up little children, don't you wail
Wе're gonna get Roosevelt
Could've been a quail buffalo to Washington
Roosevelt's in
owes
(neck if he owes)
Henny'd out with the drunken face
Thirty thousand in the couch
Like the sunken place
My niggas put Buffalo on
I rock black
breezy)
Cold as the Buffalo Bills (goddamn, I'm freezin')
I'm in my Gucci bag (yeah)
Lookin' so damn fly
Come and kiss me, babe (mwah)
Take me
när som valp du din första skalp
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Minns du gamla Golden Hill
Där du slogs med Buffalo Bill
Hallå du gamle indian
I en dunge
Wingstop, I like buffalo (Hot buffalo)
With some ranch for the dipping (Dipping)
Smoke hookah with my chicken (Chicken)
Baby, you're so finger licking
mig, jeg har planer
Store planer, store planer
Langt før otte cifre faldt ind på min konto
Skot jakke, sort, ja, mærket det var Armin
Buffalo sko,
Take me south of Buffalo
My feet are freezing cold
Take me south of Buffalo
My feet are freezing cold
New Orleans is calling me
Calling to my very
när som valp du din första skalp
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Minns du gamla Golden Hill
Där du slogs med Buffalo Bill
Hallå du gamle indian
I en dunge
ACROSS THE SLIPSTREAM
Here where the white buffalo roam
Galloping free across the slip stream
Teasing the desert blue that knows not what to do
Looks
när som valp du din första skalp
Fick i bältet som segertrofé
Minns du gamla Golden Hill
Där du slogs med Buffalo Bill
Hallå du gamle indian
I en dunge
winter, how the cold froze imaginary buffalo on the stuffed horizon of snowbanks. The haunting voices of the starved and mutilated broke fences, crashed our
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