Desert Blues (Rodgers) Lyrics

	作曲 : Jimmie Rodgers
	Way out on the windswept desert where nature favors no man
	The buffalo found his brother at rest on the sun-baked sand
	He said, my brother, what ails you? Has sickness got you this way?
	But his brother never said, for his brother was dead
	Been dead since way last May
	(yodel) Oh-de-lay-ee, ah-ee. oh-ay-ee
	Here’s to Chief Big Buffalo Nickel, a mighty man in his day
	Never once used a sickle to clear the bushes away
	He would go ‘round from tent to tent, eat everything in sight
	He loved a squaw, every one he saw
	He loved a new one every night
	(yodel) Oh-de-lay-ee, ah-ee. oh-ay-ee
	Last night on the windswept desert I heard a big Indian moan
	I left my tent, I knew what it meant, and I swore I’d never more roam
	It was dawn when I reached safety, my legs were certainly sore
	I must of lost fifty pounds on that hot desert ground
	And I’d lose that many more
	(yodel) Oh-de-lay-ee, ah-ee, oh-ay-ee-ee-day-ee-ee

	zuo qu : Jimmie Rodgers
	Way out on the windswept desert where nature favors no man
	The buffalo found his brother at rest on the sun-baked sand
	He said, my brother, what ails you? Has sickness got you this way?
	But his brother never said, for his brother was dead
	Been dead since way last May
	yodel Oh-de-lay-ee, ah-ee. oh-ay-ee
	Here' s to Chief Big Buffalo Nickel, a mighty man in his day
	Never once used a sickle to clear the bushes away
	He would go ' round from tent to tent, eat everything in sight
	He loved a squaw, every one he saw
	He loved a new one every night
	yodel Oh-de-lay-ee, ah-ee. oh-ay-ee
	Last night on the windswept desert I heard a big Indian moan
	I left my tent, I knew what it meant, and I swore I' d never more roam
	It was dawn when I reached safety, my legs were certainly sore
	I must of lost fifty pounds on that hot desert ground
	And I' d lose that many more
	yodel Oh-de-lay-ee, ah-ee, oh-ay-ee-ee-day-ee-ee

	zuò qǔ : Jimmie Rodgers
	Way out on the windswept desert where nature favors no man
	The buffalo found his brother at rest on the sun-baked sand
	He said, my brother, what ails you? Has sickness got you this way?
	But his brother never said, for his brother was dead
	Been dead since way last May
	yodel Oh-de-lay-ee, ah-ee. oh-ay-ee
	Here' s to Chief Big Buffalo Nickel, a mighty man in his day
	Never once used a sickle to clear the bushes away
	He would go ' round from tent to tent, eat everything in sight
	He loved a squaw, every one he saw
	He loved a new one every night
	yodel Oh-de-lay-ee, ah-ee. oh-ay-ee
	Last night on the windswept desert I heard a big Indian moan
	I left my tent, I knew what it meant, and I swore I' d never more roam
	It was dawn when I reached safety, my legs were certainly sore
	I must of lost fifty pounds on that hot desert ground
	And I' d lose that many more
	yodel Oh-de-lay-ee, ah-ee, oh-ay-ee-ee-day-ee-ee

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