Way out on the windswept desert where nature favors no man
A buffalo found his brother lyin′ baked on the sunbaked 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
Big Chief Buffalo Nickel was a mighty man in his day
He never used a sickle to clear the bushes away
He roamed around from tent to tent eat everything in sight
He loved a squaw everyone he saw he loved a new one every night
Way out on the windswept 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 St. 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 sickle to clear the bushes away
He roamed around from tent to tent eat everything in sight
He loved a squaw everyone he saw he loved a new one every night
Writer(s): Jimmie Rodgers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
