A way out on the wind swept desert

Where nature favours no man

A buffalo found his brother

Lying baked on the sun baked sand

He said: My brother what ails you

Has sickness made you this way

His brother never said

'Cause his brother was dead

He'd been dead since way last May

Big chief buffalo nickel

was a mighty man in his day

He never used a syckle

To clear the bushes away

He roamed around from tent to tent

Heed everything in sight

He loved his squaw, everyone he saw

He loved a new one every night

A way out on the wind swept desert

I heard a big indian moan

I left my tent, 'cause I knew what it meant

I swore I never more would roam

It was dawn when I reached Saint Pete

My legs were certainly sore

I must have lost fifty 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 syckle

To clear the bushes away

He roamed around from tent to tent

Heed everything in sight

He loved his squaw, everyone he saw

He loved a new one every night