Way out on the windswept desert,
Where nature favors no man;
Buffalo found his brother,
At rest on the sunbaked sand.
He said, my brother, what ails you?
The sickness got you this way?
His brother never said, cause his brother was dead
Been dead since way last may....
Big chief buffalo nickel, a mighty man in his day
He never once used a sickle to clear the bushes away
He'd go around from tent to tent
And eat everything in sight
He loved the squaws, everyone he saw
He loved a new one every night....
Way out on the windswept desert
I heard an indian moan
I left my tent, I knew what it meant
And I swore I'd never more roam
It was dawn when I reached safety
My legs were certainly sore
I must have lost 50 pounds on the hot
And i'd lose that many more...