Buffalo Ballet - John Cale
Written by：John Cale
When Abilene
Was young and gay
And thunder storms
Filled up the day
The cattle roamed
Outside the town
Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun
Then tracks were lain
Across the plain
By broken old men
In torrid rains
The towns grew up
People were still
Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun
All joined in
And they all hold hands
Yes they all joined in
To help run there land
But soldiers was long long ago
Rode through the town
Rode down those
Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun
Gold came and went
Quickly spent
The people broke down
And often drowned
From a wealth and the pain
Of old Abilene
Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun
