Buffalo Skinners

Out beyond the river where you and I would ride

And we would skin the buffalo, the last ones left alive

But once again it passed me by, I know it always will

So now I spend my Sunday standing still

Sure we could have

We could have got it right

Sure we could have

We could have got it right

And somewhere she is calling out on a scarlet plain

But I no longer hear her – I grew out of those games

I never skinned a buffalo, I never even killed

That's why I spend my Sunday standing still

Sure we could have

We could have got it right

Sure we could have

We could have got it right

Sure we could have

We could have got it right

Sure we could have

We could have got it right

Sure we could have

We could have got it right

Sure we could have

We could have got it right

Somewhere she is calling out on a scarlet plain

But I no longer hear her – I grew out of those games

I never skinned a buffalo, I never even killed

That's why I spend my Sunday standing still