Buffalo Skinners

作曲：Traditional Composer

作词：Traditional Lyricist

It was in the town of jacksboro

In the year of seventy three

That a man by the name of crego

Came stepping up to me

Saying how do you do young fellow

And how would you like to go

And spend one summer pleasantly

On the range of the buffalo

Now me being out of employment boys to old crego

I did say that I would go and work for him

Depending on the pay

If he would pay good wages give transportation too

Yes I would go and skin for him

And spend the summer through

It's now we've crossed peace river boys

Our troubles just begun

In skinning them damned old stinkers

Christ how I cut my thumb

The water was all fired salty

And the beef I could not go

And the engines waited to pick us off

On the range of the buffalo

Our hearts were cased in buffalo hawks

Our souls were cased in steel

The hardships of that summer

Would surely make us real

While skinning them damned old stickers boys

Our lives they had no show

Cause the engines waited to pick us off

On the range of the buffalo

The season be an ended boys oh cradle

He did say that we had been extravagant

Were in debt to him that day

So we coaxed him and we begged him

But still it was no go

And we left his damn old bones to bleach

On the range of the buffalo

It's now we've crossed these river

Boys and homeward we are bound no more

In that hell far country will ever we be found

Go back to our wives and sweethearts

Tell others not to go

For god's forsaken the buffalo range

And the damned old buffalo