There’s a buffalo in the park We used to go there after dark Climb his back and pick between his arms I don’t get to go there anymore
Up the left and down the snow To be taught her Muddy wrong Childish thing
Between the darkness and the day I’d go down to see my children play Day time worries never cloud my mind I tried my best I guess I’m not that kind
And though that safely talking bad They are still playing In my head
There’s a buffalo there to see To stay the isle and hose down to the sea Find my thrill through hand The meet halls intertwine To the king and missing God To see there hill and once again
My shoult spin Tiny hand Bails and buckets In the stand