Buffalo

 

There were bison, dressed in wolf skin,
They were stalkin’ up on cowboys,
Who were campin’, after huntin’,
They were laughin’,
And they were dancin’. 

Now these bison, start stampedin’,
They are chargin’, they are thundrin’,
They are drivin
All those cowboys,
To the cliff edge of the canyon… 

White men fallin’ down into the canyon,
White men jump off the Buffalo Jump.
Bump those bodies!
And bump those heads!
We white men we’re gonna wake up dead. 

Now the bison, they are grazin’,
On the grasses that are growin’,
‘Round the arses of those cowboys,
As they are flaylin’ and they’re wailin’. 

And now it’s the bison, who are dancin’,
They are prancin’, on the ashes,
Of the campfires, of those cowboys,
As they’re eaten by coyotes… 

White men fallin’ down into the canyon,
White men jump off the Buffalo Jump.
Bump those bodies!
And bump those heads!
We white men we’re gonna wake up dead. 

Now this was a dream,
On the theme,
Of revenge,
Gainst the men,
Who built their ranches and their railroads,
And their farms and their factories,
And their garrisons and guns…. 

From the buffalo’s bones,
From the buffalo’s bones,
From the buffalo’s bones,
From the buffalo’s bones. 

White men fallin’ down into the canyon,
White men jump off the Buffalo Jump.
Bump those bodies!
And bump those heads!
We white men we’re gonna wake up dead.

 

Roy Hutchins
Pic: Elena Caldera

 

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