Buffalo River Home Lyrics - Singles - John Hiatt

I've been taking off and landing 

But this airport's closed 

And how much thicker this fog is gonna get 

God only knows 

Just when you think that you've got a grip 

Reality sneaks off, it gives you the slip 

As if you ever knew what it was 

Takin' you down the lime 

Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters 

Of the South runnin' helter skelter 

Down through the Mississippi Delta 

With no place to call your own 

Mixing up drinks with mixed feeling 

All along the paint was peeling 

Down to an Indian blanket on a pony 

With no rider in the flesh and bone 

Lookin' for his buffalo river home 

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I've been circling the wagons 

Down at Time Square 

Trying to fill up this hole in my soul 

But nothing fits there 

Just when you think you can let it rip 

You're pounding the pavement in your daddy's wingtips 

As if you had someplace else to go 

Or a better way to get there 

Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters 

Of the South runnin' helter skelter 

Down through the Mississippi Delta 

With no place to call your own 

Mixing up drinks with mixed feeling 

All along the paint was peeling 

Down to an Indian blanket on a pony 

With no rider in the flesh and bone 

Lookin' for his buffalo river home 

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Now there's only two things in life 

But I forget what they are 

It seems we're either hangin' on a moonbeam's coattails 

Or wishing on stars 

Just when you think that you've been gyped 

The bearded lady comes and does a double back flip 

And you run off and join the circus 

Yeah you just let that pony ride 

Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters 

Of the South runnin' helter skelter 

Down through the Mississippi Delta 

With no place to call your own 

Mixing up drinks with mixed feeling 

All along the paint was peeling 

Down to an Indian blanket on a pony 

With no rider in the flesh and bone 

Lookin' for his buffalo river home 

Lookin' for his buffalo river home