Story Behind The Song
I pass by a field with a lone buffalo on my way to work. It made me think of how the life of a once majestic animal, has evolved into what it is today.
Song Description
A buffalo spends his days in captivity. He, like the Native American, once roamed the entire continent until they were isolated to make room for the New Americans, and progress.
| Song Length |
3:15 |
Genre |
Country - General, Folk - Country |
| Mood |
Moving |
Subject |
General, Loneliness |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
The Lonely Buffalo........................By Jim Miller Copyright 2006
verse
He stands under the oak tree, staring straight ahead
There are pictures in his mind that he sees
He dreams about a time when he wasn?t so confined
He roamed around this country feeling free
His hair is a dark brown and the curls touch his shoulders
He cuts a handsome figure standing there
He always been alone since he was taken from his home
To dirty water, and polluted air
chorus
He?s standing all alone with his eyes as cold as stone
Dreaming of the prairie far away
No fences on the plains he could roam the open range
Now he suffers here in silence in the rain
verse
They use to rule the west, til the white man in his quest
To build an empire took up all the land
First a road of steel, a city here and there
They were building on the places where they ran
So many of them died, so men could wear their hides
To keep them warm against the winter snow
In the struggle to survive, the cold winter nights
They were killing off the fading buffalo
chorus
He?s standing all alone with his eyes as cold as stone
Dreaming of the prairie far away
No fences on the plains he could roam the open range
Now he suffers here in silence in the rain
verse
In the day when he was a king, there was only one thing
That caused him some fear now and then
Arrows from the bow of an Apache or a Crow
Men, who wore paint upon their skin
They were chased from their homes, from the prairies where they?d roamed
And moved to a land where nothing grew
First the buffalo, the Arapaho the Crow
Then the Iroquois, Apache and the Sioux
chorus
Now they?re standing all alone with eyes as cold as stone
Dreaming how the prairie used to be
Until the white man came around and drove them from their ground
And it happened, in the land of the free.