Jazz Butcher

Buffalo Shame

Jazz Butcher


Well, I've been here for a million years 
Got a ton or two of flesh and flies round my ears 
I've got a name and I can see you don't know 
So I guess I'd better tell you; I'm the buffalo 
Don't smoke no reefer, don't take no pills 
Got a head like a rock and a bottom like a hill 
Don't think about much that bears translating. 
Except buffalo love and ruminating 

Buffalo wanting some answers 
Buffalo want you explain 
Buffalo seek explanation 
Don't know nothing; it's a buffalo shame 

Just sit around trying to take buffalo feed 
Looked up, swallowed down, started to bleed 
Men with metal sticks make an awful lot of noise 
Don't care what it is, but dear it destroys 

Buffalo falling in tens of thousands 
Buffalo falling like rain 
Buffalo falling and lowing and dying 
Buffalo ending; it's a buffalo shame 

Don't know what for they want to shoot us down 
We stay out of trouble; stay out of town 
Don't be chasing their women, don't rob their trains 
Just stand around grazing on the Western Plains 

Some men do it because they want to, seeking for fortune and fame 
Other men do it because they're told to 
Rot their eyes; still a buffalo shame 

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