Beween Rodeos
Now here we are under the mistletoe, and all too soon it's time to go, but hold
me just one minute more, and never let me go
Just another minute over tokyo, and we'll have to drop our things and go,
call the mama on the phone say, "dont be late for the rodeo"
You were just a cowboy on the road, the road between the rodeos,
and you left the land of the navajo, on the trail, of the buffalo.
but the buffalo left here along time ago, to the land beyond the ice and
snow, the land of the mistltoe, and the way the angels glow.
Theres a dream for every jill and joan to star in the rodeo,
and you might be the king of the rodeo, but anyhow you'll have to let it go, cuz just this minute here's all she wrote... i thought you oughta know.
if you wanna go tellin' me "well i told ya so", when those winds are blowin aweful cold, and im walkin down them streets of gold, in the towns of the
rodeos...
I guess i could shuffle off with the buffalo, thought i saw some tracks in
the early snow, i talked to a tracker named 'samadhi joe', and he said,
"y'know, y'know.
So hey people when y'know, y'know, so be stong in all you know,
they can take everything you own, but they cant take, what you know,
Them buffalo gals they know a tune, and they sing and they shine just like
the moon, bout a world that left with the buffalo, a world we'll never know,
But those buffalo dancers dance on and on, raise their arms to greet the dawn,
they know what's gone is gone,
and that's just how it goes.
So here we are, under the mistletoe, and all too soon, it's time to go...
but hold me just one minute more,
and never, let me go..
'Cause i swear
if we take one step, outside that door.
we could be swept apart forever more,
and go driftin on them winds that blow,
from here,
to borneo
..
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