Desert Blues

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Way out on the windswept desert, where nature favors no man
                                                      D
The buffalo found his brother at rest on the sunbaked sand
                                                              A7
He said my brother:  What ails you, has sickness got you this way?
A7
But his brother never said, for his brother was dead
                         D
Been dead since way last May

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                                                        A7
Here’s to Chief Big Buffalo Nickel, a mighty man in his day
                                               D
Never once used a sickle, to clear the bushes away
                                                        A7
He would go 'round from tent to tent, eat everything in sight
A7
He loved a squaw every one he saw
                         D
He loved a new one every night

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                                                         A7
Last night on the windswept desert, I heard a big Indian moan
                                                                D
I left my tent, I knew what it meant and I swore I’d never more roam
                                                          A7
It was dawn when I reached safety, my legs were certainly sore
A7
I must of lost fifty pounds on that hot desert ground
                  D/A
And I’d lose that many more

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