Red Buffalo

Got an young man’s body
and an old man’s soul
Got the beating heart of
a Red Buffalo

If the night is black
and the moon is white
they’ll all be dead
before daylight

Don’t need no horses
Don’t need no gun
The Red Buffalo will find them
‘for the rising sun

My old hunting knife
is bloody and worn
I carry it now
in a buffalo horn

They won’t see me coming
I won’t make a sound
I’ll take what I want
leave the rest in the ground