Desert Blues - Jimmie Rodgers (吉米·罗杰斯)
Written by：Jimmie Rodgers
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
For his brother was dead
Been dead since way last May
Here's to chief big buffalo nickel
A mighty man in his day
Never once used a sickle to clear the bushes away
He would go around from tent to tent
Eat everything in sight
He loved a squaw every one he saw
He loved a new one every night
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 safety
My legs were certainly sore
I must of lost fifty pounds on that hot desert ground
And I'd lose that many more
