Way out on the wind-swept desert,

Where nature played with no man

A buffalo found his brother

Lying baked on the sun-baked sand.

Said my brother what ails you?

A sickness made you this way?

His brother never said

'cause his brother was dead

He been dead since way last May





Big Chief Buffalo Nickel

Was a mighty man in his day,

He never used a sickle

To clear the bushes away.

He'd roam around from tent to tent,

Eat everything in sight

He loved a squaw, every one he saw

He loved a new one every night.





Way out on the wind-swept desert

I heard a big Indian noise,

I left my tent 'cause I knew what it meant

What I never known before.

It was gone when I reached St. Pete

My legs were certainly sore,

I musta lost 50 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 sickle

To clear the bushes away.

He'd roam around from tent to tent

Eat everything in sight,

He loved a squaw, every one he saw,

He loved a new one every night.