| When Abilene was young and gay
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| And thunder storms filled up the day
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| The cattle roamed outside the town
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Then tracks were lain across the plain
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| By broken old men in torrid rains
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| The towns grew up, the people were still
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| All join in and we’ll all hold hands
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| Yes, we’ll all join in to run the land
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| But soldiers once, long long ago
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| Rode through the town, rode down those
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Gold came and went, quickly spent
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| The people broke down and often drowned
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| From wealth and the pain of old Abilene
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| They were sleeping in the midday sun
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Sleeping in the midday sun |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Buffalo Ballet , by - John Cale. Song from the album The Island Years, in the genre Иностранный рок