Lyrics:
on a hill,
She rustled and tussled like Buffalo Bill
One day she decided she'd go for a ride,
With a pistol and a sword by her side
She rolled right
of buffalo?
Empty saddles in the old corral
Where do you ride tonight?
Are there rustlers on the border, or a band of Navajo
Are you headin' for
There'll be Buffalo Bill with his long snow-white hair
There'll be old Kit Carson and Custer waiting there
A-riding in the last roundup
Git along little
She said, "I can't go back to America soon
So goddamn cold, it's gonna snow until June
Yeah, they're freezin' up in Buffalo, stuck in their cars
The wisdom of the man can be denied by none
For he's the one that said
Before you go to Buffalo to Baltimore or Borneo
To Eastern Pennsylvania or Japan
nights I've ever known
If the mandolin wind couldn't change a thing
Then I know I love ya
Oh the snow fell without a break
Buffalo died in the frozen
of buffalo?
Empty saddles in the old corral
Where do you ride tonight?
Are there rustlers on the border, or a band of Navajo
Are you headin' for
los que esa el ranchero
Los comenzo de lana
why los acabo de hierro.
(2 Fiddle Solos)
I'd love to roam out yonder,
Out where the buffalo
on the trail of buffalo?
Empty saddles in the old corral,
Where do ya ride tonight?
Are there rustlers on the border,
Or a band of Navajo
Are ya headin' for
Thick cloud, steam rising, hissing stone on sweat lodge fire
Around me, buffalo roam, sage in bundle, run on skin
Outside, cold air, stand, wait
And the wagons come and the night falls
On the setting sun
They massacred the buffalo
Kitty corner from the bank
The taxis run across my feet
And my eyes have
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
sticks and the wagons come
And the night falls on the setting sun
They massacred the buffalo
Kitty corner from the bank
The taxis run across my feet
I lived in a town way down south
By the name of Buffalo
Worked in the mill with the rest of the trash
As we're often called you know
You factory
Somewhere in Texas
A cowboy dreams of the days
When the buffalo roamed
And he wished he had lived then
'Cause he knew that he could have been
artist has
And on a clear day you can see Alcatraz
You can learn a lot from Lydia
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
Come along and see Buffalo
dance on the mountains, they shout in the canyons
Swarm in a loose herd like a wild buffalo
Jammin' our heads full of figures and angles
And tellin' us
Cartier specs, buffalo on the side
Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah
Cartier bag for the Cartier thot
Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred
and the weird ass clothes
That's Comme des Garçons and the Buffalo
I know guerrillas with the triggers that's on a banana clip
And packin' with the biggest
a shovel
Gotta silence the lambs, get on my Buffalo Bill
Stepping off the Sonoma with the black duffle bag filled
Got a cute bitch with me, Favor come on,
on the ground
And my sins went for many, were washed away and gone
Along with a buffalo nickel I forgot to leave at home
But that seemed like such a small, small
on a hill,
She rustled and tussled like Buffalo Bill
One day she decided she'd go for a ride,
With a pistol and a sword by her side
She rolled right
breatherd the mountain air, man
Travel - I've had my share, man
I've been everywhere
I've been to:
Reno
Chicago
Fargo
Minnesota
Buffalo
Toronto
wrong, so hit the bong
Waitin' on the double dutch bus for a ride
As the buffalo go round the outside
Put a glide in your stride and a dip in your hip
Got
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