Buffalone (feat. Charles David Praytor)

I was born to fly, but doomed to run

Never fit in since day one

You might think I'm livin' wild and free

But I slit my hooves I was so lonely

Wish that they could see the way I feel

But they just say that it's not real

Told to follow the herd and forget my dreams

How could you clip this Buffalo's wings?

I've grown weary of the prairie

And I feel so Buffalone

I've been tryin' so hard to roam here

But this range is not my home!

You tell me to try and settle down

And live a life in this small town

But I've got plans for bigger things

Like the mascot for a football team

I've grown weary of the prairie

And I feel so Buffalone

I've been tryin' so hard to roam here

But this range is not my own!

How do you stand down in a stampede?

I'm just too hard to this crowd

And the doctor of the

Hoofs across these

Plains is just to loud!

I've grown weary of the prairie

And I feel so Buffalone