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No More Buffalo
I Gguess we kneDw the cardsA were stDacked Gstarted oDut the best of Afriends and we Gbeat that Dhighway 'till it Aquit beating Dback it Gdidn't mean Dmuch in the AendD sGome you Dwin, Asome you Dlose Gsome you Dthrow awayA Gwe headed DSouth across those CAolorado Dplains Gjust as empDty as the Aday weG looked arDound at alAl we sawD Gremembered all we'd hoped to see
looking out through the bugs on the windshield
Gsomebody Dsaid to Ame (chorus) Gno more Dbuffalo Gblue skies or Dopen road Gno more rDodeo Bno more Anoise Gtake this DCadillac Gpark it ouDt in back Gmama's caDlling Gput away the Atoys
dGon't chase tDhat carrot A'till itD makes you sick wGhat do you tDhink you'reA gonna pDrove jGust let it dDangle, 'tilAl it falDls off that stick tGhat's when yDou make youAr move D
don't go chasing after shooting stars trying to make yourself a name you could joust at the windmills with that old Fender guitar you'd probably do about the same (chorus) I never thought they'd ever doubt my words I guess they were just too tired to care I'd point to the horizon to the dust of the herds still hovering in the air somebody said it aint any such man you wish so hard you're scaring me and those are combines kicking up that dust but I guess you can see what you want to see you can keep on chasing what used to be there top that rise and face the pain but man they were here they were here I swear not just these bleaching bones stretching across the plain (chorus)hey broke into your car last night, took the stereo