Big Chief Buffalo Nickel Lyrics - Singles - Rick Nelson

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.