作词 : J.RODGERS
 作曲 : J.RODGERS
 编曲 : 細野晴臣
Way out the windswept desert
Where nature favors no man
Buffalo found his brother
At rest on the sunbaked sand

Now he said,“My brother what ailis you?”
Has sickness got you this way?
Oh his brother never said
'Cause his brother was dead
Been dead since way last May

Yo-de-lay, yo-de-lay, yo-de-lay, yo-de-lay

Big chief Buffalo Nickel
A mighty man in his day
Never once used a sickle
To clear the bushes away

Now he'd go around from tent to tent
Eat everything in sight
He loved the squaw, every one he saw
He loved a new one every night

Yo-de-lay, yo-de-lay, yo-de-lay, yo-de-lay

Way out 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

Now it was dawn when I reached safety
My legs were certainly sore
I must have lost, desert ground
And I'd lose that many more

Yo-de-lay, yo-de-lay, yo-de-lay, yo-de-lay