Lyrics Wild Cyclone - Woody Guthrie

Wild Cyclone

Well, the last big buffalo run is done
And the hides are stripped and gone
I’m a-standing here in Dead Ghost City
On a pile of rattling bones
Three-Prong Pete runs down my street
He’s yelling out his lungs
There’s a wild stampede coming through town
And it’s led by the Wild Cyclone
I dodged in back of some bales of hay
As the loud herd jostled past
While I could not spot their leader horse
Cause they all went past so fast
A windburnt girl rode in that herd
And I’ve seen her toss her loop
Her horsey fell and the girl did yell
«I've missed that wild cyclone»
I lifted her up from that dusty street
On top of my bales of hay
She pulled her hair and cried and said
«That cyclone got away»
She said, «I trailed him six long years
Since he was just a colt»
I’ve squeezed her hand and said
«I'll help you snag that wild cyclone»