Jimmie Rodgers - Desert Blues Lyrics

Way out on the windswept desert
Where nature favors no man
The buffalo found his brother at rest
On the sun baked sand he said, my brother
What ails you? Has sickness got you this way?
But his brother never said
For his brother was dead
Been dead since way last May

(yodel) Oh-de lay-ee, ah-ee oh ay-ee

Here’s to Chief Big Buffalo Nickel
A mighty man in his day
Never once used a sickle to
Clear the bushes away
He would go ‘round from tent to tent
Eat everything in sight
He loved a squaw, every one he saw
He loved a new one every night

(yodel) Oh-de lay-ee, ah-ee oh ay-ee

Last night on 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
It was dawn when I reached safety
My legs were certainly sore
I must of lost fifty pounds
On that hot desert ground
And I’d lose that many more

(yodel) Oh-de lay-ee, ah-ee
Oh ay-ee-ee day-ee-ee