No More Buffalo

I guess we knew the cards were stacked Started out the best of friends And we beat that highway 'til it quit beating back It didn't mean much in the end Some you win, some you lose, some you throw away We headed South across those Colorado plains Just as empty as the day We looked around at all we saw and all we'd hoped to see Looking out through the bugs on the windshield Somebody said to me No more buffalo, blue skies or open road No more rodeo, no more noise Take this Cadillac park it out in back Mama's calling, put away the toys Don't chase that carrot 'til it makes you sick What do you think you're gonna prove Just let it dangle 'til it falls off that stick That's when you make your move Don't go chasing after shooting stars Trying to make yourself a name You could joust at windmills with that old Fender guitar Probably do about the same No more buffalo, blue skies or open road No more rodeo for this old boy Take my Cadillac park it out in back Mama's calling, put away the toys I never thought they'd ever doubt my words I guess they were just too tired to care I'd point to the horizon, to the dust of the herds Still hovering in the air Somebody said it ain't any such Man you wish so hard you're scaring me 'Cause those are combines kicking up that dust But you can see what you want to see And go on chasing after what used to be there Top that rise and face the pain But man they were here, they were here I swear Not just these bleaching bones, stretching across the plain No more buffalo, blue skies or open road No more rodeo for this old boy Take my Cadillac park it out in back Mama's calling, put away the toys No more buffalo, blue skies or open road No more rock and roll 'cause we all know that Take my Cadillac park it out in back Mama's calling, put away the toys