[00:00.00] 作词 : Jimmie Rodgers
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Jimmie Rodgers
[00:15.63]Way out on the wind-swept desert,
[00:19.11]Where nature played with no man
[00:22.95]A buffalo found his brother
[00:26.34]Lying baked on the sun-baked sand.
[00:30.06]Said my brother what ails you?
[00:32.91]A sickness made you this way?
[00:35.79]His brother never said
[00:38.64]'cause his brother was dead
[00:40.74]He been dead since way last May
[00:42.99]Big Chief Buffalo Nickel
[01:25.08]Was a mighty man in his day,
[01:29.43]He never used a sickle
[01:31.98]To clear the bushes away.
[01:35.73]He'd roam around from tent to tent,
[01:38.79]Eat everything in sight
[01:42.39]He loved a squaw, every one he saw
[01:45.78]He loved a new one every night.
[02:26.76]Way out on the wind-swept desert
[02:30.39]I heard a big Indian noise,
[02:33.87]I left my tent 'cause I knew what it meant
[02:38.16]What I never known before.
[02:39.12]It was gone when I reached St. Pete
[02:44.46]My legs were certainly sore,
[02:47.67]I musta lost 50 pounds on that hot desert ground
[02:52.56]And I'd lose that many more.
[02:53.61]Big Chief Buffalo Nickel
[02:57.75]Was a mighty man in his day,
[02:58.50]He never used a sickle
[02:59.07]To clear the bushes away.
[02:59.55]He'd roam around from tent to tent
[03:32.04]Eat everything in sight,
[03:33.63]He loved a squaw, every one he saw,
[03:34.68]He loved a new one every night.

作词 : Jimmie Rodgers
作曲 : Jimmie Rodgers
Way out on the wind-swept desert,
Where nature played with no man
A buffalo found his brother
Lying baked on the sun-baked sand.
Said my brother what ails you?
A sickness made you this way?
His brother never said
'cause his brother was dead
He been dead since way last May
Big Chief Buffalo Nickel
Was a mighty man in his day,
He never used a sickle
To clear the bushes away.
He'd roam around from tent to tent,
Eat everything in sight
He loved a squaw, every one he saw
He loved a new one every night.
Way out on the wind-swept desert
I heard a big Indian noise,
I left my tent 'cause I knew what it meant
What I never known before.
It was gone when I reached St. Pete
My legs were certainly sore,
I musta lost 50 pounds on that hot desert ground
And I'd lose that many more.
Big Chief Buffalo Nickel
Was a mighty man in his day,
He never used a sickle
To clear the bushes away.
He'd roam around from tent to tent
Eat everything in sight,
He loved a squaw, every one he saw,
He loved a new one every night.