Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Buffalo Skinners, artist - Pete Seeger. Date of issue: 01.07.2014
Song language: English
The Buffalo Skinners |
| 'Twas in the town o' Jacksboro, in the spring o' seventy-three |
| A man by the name o' Crego come steppin' up to me |
| Said how d’you do young fellers, and how’d you like to go |
| And spend one summer pleasantly on the range o' the buffalo |
| It’s me bein' out of employment, to ol' Crego I did say |
| This goin' out on the buffalo range, depends upon the pay |
| But if you’ll pay good wages, and transportation too |
| I think sir I will go with you to the range o' the buffalo |
| Well it’s now we’ve crossed Pease River boys, our troubles they have begun |
| First old stinker that I cut — Christ how I cut my thumb |
| While skinnin' the dog-gone ol' buffalo, our lives they had no show |
| For the Indians watched to pick us off, while skinnin' the buffalo |
| The season bein' near over, ol' Crego he did say |
| The crowd had been extravagant, was in debt to him that day |
| We coaxed him an' we argued, but still it was no go |
| We left his damned ol' bones to bleached on the range o' the buffalo |
| It’s now we’ve crossed Pease River, and homeward we are bound |
| No more in that old fire country, will ever we be found |
| Go back to our wives and sweethearts, tell others not to go |
| For God’s forsaken the buffalo range, and the damn ol' buffalo |