Buffalo from Tabasco Birds by The Tabasco Birds

Well I, I had it all but I can easily forget that
All you had to think was where’s the money at?
Belongings sold I took a trip to strike gold
But I never came home I was lost in the morning w the Buffalo
I was never home never coming back what was I thinking to be thinking like thst
Maybe you will wonder where I am but it don’t really matter when you got all them
Pack on my back pack on my pack I live off the things I have in this sack
Take on the town take on the down never let them love it til they live it down

I’m running through the valley running through the trail
The sheriff and the posse chasing on my tail
And nobody wonders where I am but it don’t really matter I left all them
When I took on the town took on the town
I never let them love me cuz I let them down
With a pack on my back, pack on my back with all the stolen gold I have in this sack
All the stolen gold I

I was never coming home never coming back
What would I be thinking to be thinking like that
Maybe you will wonder where I am but it don’t really matter when you got all them
So take on the town
Take on the town
Never let them love you til you let them down
With a pack on my back
Pack on my back
Live on the things I have in this sack
Live on the things I have in this sack

I’m running through the valley running through the trail
The sharif and the posse chasing down my tail
And nobody wonders where I am but that don’t really matter I left all them
When I took on the town
Took on the town
Nobody loved me cuz I let them down
With a pack on my back
Pack on my back
All the stolen gold I have in this sack
All the stolen gold I have in this sack

• Folk
• altcountry
• folk
• singer-songwriter
• Denton