Big Chief Buffalo Nickel (desert Blues) Lyrics

A way out on the wind swept desert Where nature favours no man A buffalo found his brother Lying baked on the sun baked sand He said: My brother what ails you Has sickness made you this way His brother never said 'Cause his brother was dead He'd been dead since way last May
A way out on the wind swept desert I heard a big indian moan I left my tent, 'cause I knew what it meant I swore I never more would roam It was dawn when I reached Saint Pete My legs were certainly sore I must have lost fifty pounds On that hot desert ground And I'd lose that many more
Big chief buffalo nickel was a mighty man in his day He never used a syckle To clear the bushes away He roamed around from tent to tent Heed everything in sight He loved his squaw, everyone he saw He loved a new one every night

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