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Way out on the wind swept desert
Where nature played with no man
A buffalo found his brother
Lying baked on the sun baked sand
Said my brother what ails you
A sickness made you this way
His brother never said
'Cause his brother was dead
He been dead since way last may
Big chief buffalo nickel
Was a mighty man in his day
He never used a sickle
To clear the bushes away
He'd roam around from tent to tent
Eat everything in sight
He loved a squaw every one he saw
He loved a new one every night
Way out on the wind swept desert
I heard a big indian noise
I left my tent 'cause I knew what it meant
What I never known before
It was gone when I reached st pete
My legs were certainly sore
I musta lost 50 pounds on that hot desert ground
And I'd lose that many more
Big chief buffalo nickel
Was a mighty man in his day
He never used a sickle
To clear the bushes away
He'd roam around from tent to tent
Eat everything in sight
He loved a squaw every one he saw
He loved a new one every night
