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Justin Tubb
"Desert Blues" lyrics

Desert Blues

Way out on the windswept desert
Where nature favors no man
The buffalo found his brother
At rest on the sun-baked sand
Now 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

Well, here's to Chief Big Buffalo Nickel
A mighty man in his day
He 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

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

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