Buffalo Skull On the Desert
Buffalo skull on the desert,
White from the wind and the sun,
Sometimes I feel like that buffalo skull—
I really don’t need anyone.
Buffalo skull on the desert,
Spider makes a home in its head;
Sometimes I feel like that buffalo skull
When I think of those last words you said.
You said to me, “Adios, caballero, we’re crossing the border,
A posse’s close on our trail;
We’re wanted for love, and there’s a price on our hearts—
We’re fugitives from somebody’s jail,
And our ponies are starting to fail…”
Buffalo skull on the desert,
Gila monster scurries by;
Sometimes I feel like that buffalo skull
Under the dry desert sky.
Buffalo skull on the desert,
Might make a good souvenir;
Sometimes I feel like that buffalo skull
On a fence post so far from here.
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