Buffalo Skinners - Pete Seeger (皮特·西格)-歌词

Buffalo Skinners - Pete Seeger (皮特·西格)

Written by：Woody Guthrie

'Twas in the town o' Jacksboro in the spring o' seventy three

A man by the name o' Crego come steppin' up to me

Said how d'you do young fellers and how'd you like to go

And spend one summer pleasantly on the range o' the buffalo

It's me being out of employment to ol' Crego I did say

That's goin' out on the buffalo range depends upon the pay

But if you'll pay good wages and transportation too

I think sir I will go with you to the range o' the buffalo

Well it's now we've crossed Pease river boys our troubles they have begun

First old stinker that I cut Christ how I cut my thumb

While skinnin' the dog gone ol' buffalo our lives they had no show

For the Indians watched to pick us off while skinnin' the buffalo

The season being near over ol' Crego he did say

The crowd had been extravagant was in debt to him that day

We coaxed him an' we argued but still it was no go

We left his damned ol' bones to bleached on the range o' the buffalo

It's now we've crossed Pease river and homeward we are bound

No more in that old fire 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 damn ol' buffalo