[C]

 

[C]Way out the windswept desert

Where[C]nature favors no[G]man

[G]Buffalo found his brother

At rest on the sunbaked[C]sand

 

Now he[C]said,'My brother what ailis you?

[C]Has Sickness got you this[G]way?'

Oh his[G]brother never said

'Cause his[G]brother was dead

Been dead since way last[C]May　[G]　[C]

 

[C]　[G]　[C]

 

[C]　[G]　[C]

 

[C]Big chief Buffalo Nickel

A[C]mighty man in his[G]day

[G]Never once used a sickie

To[G]clear the bushes a[C]way

 

Now he'd[C]go around from tent to tent

[C]Eat everything in [G]sight

He[G]loved the squaw, every one he saw

He loved a[G]new one every [C]night　[G]　[C]

 

[C]　[G]　[C]

 

[C]　[G]　[C]

 

[C]Way out the windswept desert

I heard a[C]big indian[G]moan

I[G]left my tent, I knew what it meant

And I[G]swore I'd never more[C]roam

 

Now[C]it was dawn when I reached St.Pete

My[C]legs were certainly[G]sore

I[G]must have lost, desert ground

And I'd[G]lose that many[C]more　[G]　[C]

 

[C]　[G]　[C]

 

[C]　[G]　[C]

 

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