Desert Blues - Leon Redbone

A way out on the windswept desert

Where nature favors no man

A buffalo found his brother

Lying naked 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

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

Heed everything in sight

He loved his squaw, everyone he saw

He loved a new one every night

A 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 nevermore 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 sickle

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

Songwriter: Jimmie Rodgers