I was born at The Forks where no king has reigned

At the eastern edge of the greatest plains

Sometimes a cold, unfruitful ground my people claimed

We head southwest in June I'm wearing beads and quill

The crooked fiddle tunes are drowned out still

By the wooden carts on grounds' they borrow name

And I run with endless heart but my riders' got a higher power

We charge into the sea of beasts we're gonna' lay'em down

Four-Thousand hooves come down on the Red River ground makes a sound that rivals all the thunder

I'm a Buffalo Runner

Brushes came to blows at the Grand Coteau

We had to circle the line on the trail we know

Another test by the Sioux in 1852

My rider won't pick up his reins he reloads on the run

I've got my ears pinned back by the swing of his gun

It was in my time that the great northwest was won

And I run with endless heart but my riders' got a higher power

His iron sights fixed on the beast we're gonna' lay'em down

Four-Thousand hooves come down on the Red River ground makes a sound that rivals all the thunder

I'm a Buffalo Runner

We've travelled further down than we've gone before without a sign of the beasts we've been searching for

The July sun's descending, we march on

And I run with endless heart 'cause I'm guided by a higher power

We charge into the sea of beasts we're gonna' lay'em down

Four-Thousand hooves come down on the Red River ground makes a sound that rivals all the thunder

I'm a Buffalo Runner

I'm a Buffalo Runner