Songtext von Big Chief Buffalo Nickel

A way out on the wind swept desert where nature favours no man A buffalo found his brother lyin' on the sun baked sand He said my brother what ails you the sickness got you this way His brother never said cause his brother was dead He's been dead since way last May. The big chief buffalo nickel was a mighty man in his days He never used a sickle to clear the bushes away He's roamed around from tent to tent heed everything in sight He loved a squaw everyone he saw he loved a new one every night. A way out on the wind swept desert I heard a big Indian moan I left my kin for I knew what it meant and I swore I'd never more roam It was dawn when I reached St Pete and my legs were certainly sore I must've lost fifty pounds on that hot desert ground and I'd lose that many more. The big chief buffalo nickel was a mighty man in his days He never used a sickle to clear the bushes away He's roamed around from tent to tent heed everything in sight He loved a squaw everyone he saw he loved a new one every night...