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The Journal of Clara Mae Gregory Way of the Buffalo by Railroad Earth
12/19/2013 04:13 p.m.
Way of the Buffalo
here we go . . the way of the buffalo
aint it a shame? . . it feels so lame
the grass grew tall . . the river’s ran
the wind blew ‘cross the plain
the purple mountains’ majesty
the amber waves of grain
here we go . . the way of the buffalo
aint it a crime? . . does your street look like mine?
room to run . . room to move
thunderin’ ‘cross the plain
room to roam . . oh, room to range
room to romp & play
here we go . . the way of the buffalo
what a disgrace . . paved the whole damned place
i’m a freedom actor
gonna sit on my tractor
& mow the yard down
gonna weed out the trouble . .
clean up my bubble
the big broad shoulders . . the noble beard
the head held proud & high
licked & lamed . . tricked & tamed
it’s enough to make ya cry
here we go . . the way of the buffalo
what a disgrace . . take that smile off of your face
blame it on the train . . blame it on the train
the steel arms pumpin’ . . the nostrils aflame
that old old iron horse with the smoky mane
here we go . . the way of the buffalo
here we go . . the way of the buffalo
what a disgrace . . take that smile off of your face
lyrics by Todd Sheaffer
I am currently Calm
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