Rick Nelson - Big Chief Buffalo Nickel lyrics

Way out on the wind-swept desert, Where nature played with no man A buffalo found his brother Lying baked on the sun-baked sand. Said my brother what ails you? A sickness made you this way? His brother never said 'cause his brother was dead He been dead since way last May Big Chief Buffalo Nickel Was a mighty man in his day, He never used a sickle To clear the bushes away. He'd roam around from tent to tent, Eat everything in sight He loved a squaw, every one he saw He loved a new one every night. Way out on the wind-swept desert I heard a big Indian noise, I left my tent 'cause I knew what it meant What I never known before. It was gone when I reached St. Pete My legs were certainly sore, I musta lost 50 pounds on that hot desert ground And I'd lose that many more. Big Chief Buffalo Nickel Was a mighty man in his day, He never used a sickle To clear the bushes away. He'd roam around from tent to tent Eat everything in sight, He loved a squaw, every one he saw, He loved a new one every night.