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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








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