Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger - Buffalo Skinners lyrics
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'Twas in the town of Jacksboro, in the spring o' seventy-three A man by the name of Crego come stepping 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 of the buffalo It's me being out of employment, to old Crego I did say This going 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 skinning the dog-gone old buffalo, our lives they had no show For the Indians watched to pick us off, while skinning the buffalo The season being near over, old Crego, he did say The crowd had been extravagant, was in debt to him that day We coaxed him and we argued, but still it was no go We left his damned old bones to bleached on the range of 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 old buffalo