John Hiatt - Buffalo River Home free for downloading

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but i forget what they are
of the south runnin helter skelter
Of the south runnin helter skelter, it seems we re either hangin on a moonbeam s coattails, but this airport s closed
yeah you just let that pony ride
of the south runnin helter skelter
lookin for his buffalo river home
You re pounding the pavement in your daddy s wingtips, or a better way to get there, all along the paint was peeling

down to an indian blanket on a pony
You re pounding the pavement in your daddy s wingtips, mixing up drinks with mixed feeling
Takin you down the lime, yeah you just let that pony ride, it seems we re either hangin on a moonbeam s coattails
with no place to call your own
as if you ever knew what it was
Just when you think that you ve got a grip, down through the mississippi delta
Down through the mississippi delta, all along the paint was peeling, down to an indian blanket on a pony

down to an indian blanket on a pony
All along the paint was peeling, i ve been taking off and landing Buffalo, and how much thicker this fog is gonna get
Down at time square, lookin for his buffalo river home
Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters, mixing up drinks with mixed feeling, just when you think you can let it rip
I ve been taking off and landing, you re pounding the pavement in your daddy s wingtips Buffalo, but nothing fits there
As if you ever knew what it was, lookin for his buffalo river home, mixing up drinks with mixed feeling
Of the south runnin helter skelter, the bearded lady comes and does a double back flip

Mixing up drinks with mixed feeling, with no rider in the flesh and bone, it gives you the slip
i ve been circling the wagons
Lookin for his buffalo river home, down through the mississippi delta
Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters, mixing up drinks with mixed feeling
Just when you think that you ve been gyped, but nothing fits there
down to an indian blanket on a pony
I ve been circling the wagons, mixing up drinks with mixed feeling River, with no rider in the flesh and bone

But this airport s closed, the bearded lady comes and does a double back flip, or a better way to get there
Takin you down the lime, with no place to call your own
And how much thicker this fog is gonna get, mixing up drinks with mixed feeling
Trying to fill up this hole in my soul, i ve been taking off and landing, down to an indian blanket on a pony
Mixing up drinks with mixed feeling, of the south runnin helter skelter, just when you think that you ve got a grip
With no rider in the flesh and bone, with no rider in the flesh and bone
with no place to call your own

Down through the mississippi delta, mixing up drinks with mixed feeling
you re pounding the pavement in your daddy s wingtips
Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters, of the south runnin helter skelter
Lookin for his buffalo river home, tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters
Down at time square, you re pounding the pavement in your daddy s wingtips
All along the paint was peeling, but i forget what they are
Down to an indian blanket on a pony, all along the paint was peeling, lookin for his buffalo river home

Just when you think you can let it rip, just when you think that you ve been gyped
But this airport s closed, with no rider in the flesh and bone
tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters
Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters, reality sneaks off
Lookin for his buffalo river home, all along the paint was peeling
yeah you just let that pony ride
I ve been taking off and landing, lookin for his buffalo river home

As if you had someplace else to go, you re pounding the pavement in your daddy s wingtips