[00:00.000] 作词 : J.RODGERS
[00:01.000] 作曲 : J.RODGERS
[00:02.000] 编曲 : 細野晴臣
[00:08.250]Way out the windswept desert
[00:11.728]Where nature favors no man
[00:15.827]Buffalo found his brother
[00:19.900]At rest on the sunbaked sand
[00:22.684]
[00:23.600]Now he said,“My brother what ailis you?”
[00:27.254]Has sickness got you this way?
[00:31.487]Oh his brother never said
[00:33.399]'Cause his brother was dead
[00:35.189]Been dead since way last May
[00:37.886]
[00:38.966]Yo-de-lay, yo-de-lay, yo-de-lay, yo-de-lay
[00:46.080]
[01:18.678]Big chief Buffalo Nickel
[01:22.458]A mighty man in his day
[01:26.335]Never once used a sickle
[01:30.263]To clear the bushes away
[01:33.152]
[01:34.187]Now he'd go around from tent to tent
[01:38.135]Eat everything in sight
[01:42.116]He loved the squaw, every one he saw
[01:45.679]He loved a new one every night
[01:48.956]
[01:49.789]Yo-de-lay, yo-de-lay, yo-de-lay, yo-de-lay
[02:13.481]
[02:29.732]Way out the windswept desert
[02:33.170]I heard a big indian moan
[02:37.296]I left my tent, I knew what it meant
[02:40.977]And I swore I'd never more roam
[02:44.783]
[02:45.300]Now it was dawn when I reached safety
[02:49.188]My legs were certainly sore
[02:52.999]I must have lost, desert ground
[02:56.413]And I'd lose that many more
[02:59.045]
[03:00.659]Yo-de-lay, yo-de-lay, yo-de-lay, yo-de-lay
[03:10.685]

作词 : J.RODGERS
作曲 : J.RODGERS
编曲 : 細野晴臣
Way out the windswept desert
Where nature favors no man
Buffalo found his brother
At rest on the sunbaked sand
Now he said,“My brother what ailis you?”
Has sickness got you this way?
Oh his brother never said
'Cause his brother was dead
Been dead since way last May
Yo-de-lay, yo-de-lay, yo-de-lay, yo-de-lay
Big chief Buffalo Nickel
A mighty man in his day
Never once used a sickle
To clear the bushes away
Now he'd go around from tent to tent
Eat everything in sight
He loved the squaw, every one he saw
He loved a new one every night
Yo-de-lay, yo-de-lay, yo-de-lay, yo-de-lay
Way out the windswept desert
I heard a big indian moan
I left my tent, I knew what it meant
And I swore I'd never more roam
Now it was dawn when I reached safety
My legs were certainly sore
I must have lost, desert ground
And I'd lose that many more
Yo-de-lay, yo-de-lay, yo-de-lay, yo-de-lay