Jimmie Rodgers – Desert Blues (Guitar)

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Way out on the windswept desert, where nature favors no man

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The buffalo found his brother at rest on the sunbaked sand

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He said my brother:  What ails you, has sickness got you this way?

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But his brother never said, for his brother was dead

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Been dead since way last May

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(yodel)

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Here's to Chief Big Buffalo Nickel, a mighty man in his day

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Never once used a sickle, to clear the bushes away

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He would go 'round from tent to tent, eat everything in sight

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He loved a squaw every one he saw

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He loved a new one every night

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(yodel)

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Last night on the windswept desert, I heard a big Indian moan

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I left my tent, I knew what it meant and I swore I'd never more roam

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It was dawn when I reached safety, my legs were certainly sore

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I must of lost fifty pounds on that hot desert ground

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And I'd lose that many more

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(yodel)