I do it for the joy it brings Because I'm a joyful girl Because the world owes me nothing And we owe each other the world I do it because it's the least
pretty girl I chanced to meet And we danced by the light of the moon CHORUS: Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight Come out tonight come out tonight Buffalo
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta: There was a Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America, Stolen from Africa, brought to America, Fighting on arrival, fighting
He was born in the Gyp Hills The son of the Buffalo Wind He had the red dirt in his skin And a twister in his soul The first-born of a white girl She
A pretty girl I chanced to meet And we danced by the light of the moon Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight Come out tonight come out tonight Buffalo
The lights turned on and the curtain fell down, And when it was over it felt like a dream, They stood at the stage door and begged for a scream, The
Listen to my bluebird laugh. She can't tell you why. Deep within her heart, you see, She knows only crying. Just crying. There she sits, aloft a perch
Been burned, and with both feet on the ground. I've learned, that it's painful commin' down. No use runnin' Away, and there's no time left to stay
Well there goes another day Now I wonder why You and I Keep telling lies I can't believe that what you say 'cause tomorrows lullaby can't passify
Do I have to come right out and say it, Tell you that you look so fine? Do I have to come right out and ask you to be mine? If it was a game I could
Listen to my song It isn't very long You'll see before I'm gone That everybody's wrong Those of us who run To catch a moment in the sun Seem to find
Is my world not falling down, I'm in pieces on the ground, And my eyes aren't open, And I'm standing on my knees. But if crying and holding on, And flying
I get up in the morning with a cock-a-doodle-do, I get myself together if and when I chose. I'm just buckin time, without a reason or ryme, Oh what a
You ask me to read this letter that you wrote the night before And you really should know better 'cause she's worth a whole lot more Brother you know
There you stood at the edge of your feather, Expecting to fly. While I laughed, I wondered whether I could wave goodbye, Knowing that you'd gone. By
There's something happening here What it is ain't exactly clear There's a man with a gun over there Telling me I got to beware I think it's time we stop
I am a child I last awhile You can't conceive all the pleasure in my smile You hold my hand Fluff up my hair It's lots of fun to have you there I gave
