Old warrior/ Buffalo nickle
old warrior/ Buffalo nickle
That old warrior on the buffalo nickel
Could have told you stories
that would make your hair stand up,
He once rode the prairie wild and free,
as a young buck,
He fought wars for his land,
Made his stand,
Now he's just a old nickel,
Saved for luck,
Riding with some old cowboy,
In a old pick up truck.
You can see a brave man.
That fought with all his heart,
For His land,
He left his mark,
Now laying a truck floor
In the dark,
a old warrior on a nickel,
That fought with all his heart.
Lost the war. But left his mark.
Now laying on a truck floor,
In the dark.
You wanna know what makes a man,
Good with his word, willing to stand,
Fight for his land.
Until the last warrior falls.
One more warrior from wars lost
The face on a nickel,
In a old coin toss.
Now around campfires in song and in dance,
With a tommy hawk
Old warriors are remembered in chants.
Of wars that they fought
Blood trickles the trail where they walked.
If only old buffalo nickels could talk.
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