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James Mcmurtry

Genres: Country

No More Buffalo Lyrics - James Mcmurtry

I guess we knew the cards were stacked 

Started out the best of friends 

And we beat that highway 'til it quit beating back 

It didn't mean much in the end 

Some you win, some you lose, some you throw away 

 

We headed South across those Colorado plains 

Just as empty as the day 

We looked around at all we saw and all we'd hoped to see 

Looking out through the bugs on the windshield 

Somebody said to me 

 

No more buffalo, blue skies or open road 

No more rodeo, no more noise 

Take this Cadillac park it out in back 

Mama's calling, put away the toys 

 

Don't chase that carrot 'til it makes you sick 

What do you think you're gonna prove 

Just let it dangle 'til it falls off that stick 

That's when you make your move 

 

Don't go chasing after shooting stars 

Trying to make yourself a name 

You could joust at windmills with that old Fender guitar 

Probably do about the same 

 

No more buffalo, blue skies or open road 

No more rodeo for this old boy 

Take my Cadillac park it out in back 

Mama's calling, put away the toys 

 

I never thought they'd ever doubt my words 

I guess they were just too tired to care 

I'd point to the horizon, to the dust of the herds 

Still hovering in the air 

Somebody said it ain't any such 

Man you wish so hard you're scaring me 

 

'Cause those are combines kicking up that dust 

But you can see what you want to see 

And go on chasing after what used to be there 

Top that rise and face the pain 

But man they were here, they were here I swear 

Not just these bleaching bones, stretching across the plain 

 

No more buffalo, blue skies or open road 

No more rodeo for this old boy 

Take my Cadillac park it out in back 

Mama's calling, put away the toys 

 

No more buffalo, blue skies or open road 

No more rock and roll 'cause we all know that 

Take my Cadillac park it out in back 

Mama's calling, put away the toys 

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