Jimmie Rodgers - Desert Blues | Текст песни

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Way out on the windswept desert, where nature favors no man
The buffalo found his brother, at rest on the sun-baked sand
He said, my Brother, what ails you, has sickness got you this way
But his brother never said, 'cause his brother was dead
Been dead since way last May

-Yodel-

There's the chief Big Buffalo Nickel, a mighty man in his days
Never once used a sickle to clear the bushes away
He would go 'round from tent to tent, eat everything in sight
He loved a squaw, every one he saw, he loved a new one every night

-Yodel-

Last night on the windswept desert, I heard a big 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 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

-Yodel-

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