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• Artiste: Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers
• Titre: Buffalo
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As long as the moon shall rise As long as the rivers flow As long as the sun shall shine And the grass will grow Let me listen I will learn to speak the old language Yes I yearn to bathe in blue skies and fall apart From the world of machines, regain my feet and my pounding heart No do not be fooled we don´t need these things Don´t be slaves to the hardtack, sugar or the coffee or the bacon fat Won´t give our hearts away Not for that Not today Won´t trade my pony for the iron rail No freeway stack for the game trail Spring strong sweet tall green grass grow Buffalo! I will take my brush from the warpaint, my foot from the warpath When you understand it is sadness that drives the wrath Trust no more the forked tongues of the great chiefs in Washington Won´t trade my pony for the iron rail No freeway stack for the game trail Spring strong sweet tall green grass grow Buffalo! Sticks and stones and runaway roans This thing from your heart Crawled into my bones I see blue skies bleeding Colors screaming some invisible thing is the enemy now And if I knew it´s name I would call it out loud Come out and come clean Won´t trade my pony For the iron rail Bare-back fresh track Down the game trail Spring strong sweet tall green grass Free wide run wild river flow Clear sky moonrise long ride home Buffalo! Buffalo! Buffalo!