Buffalo Country

This is my old shirt

A lifetime of your hard work

It's in the crown, the magic dust

Everything you love is going to rust

Don't turn around, eyes forward

High, low

I walk you down our street

It's too far gone

We're late again

7:10 and it's on my friend

You and I embrace the same

Tangled (hoops?)

But there's still is one to blame

Don't turn around, eyes forward

High, low

Carry you down our street

There's no such thing as a morning walk

It's your excuse to just come and talk

We're growing old as you're growing dead

At least we spent these years and tears in trying

And I'm not leaving you behind

High, low

Bury you under our street

High, low

Bury you under our street