Buffalo Skinners Chords by Woody Guthrie
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Come all you old time cowboys and listen to my song
Please do not grow weary I'll not detain you long
Concerning some wild cowboys who did agree to go
Spend the summer pleasant on the trail of the buffalo
Found myself in Griffin in the spring of 83
When a well known famous drover come a-walkin' up to me
Said, how do you do young fellow, well how'd you like to go
Spend the summer pleasant on the trail of the buffalo
Well I'd be out of work right then to the drover I did say
Goin' out on the buffalo road depends upon your pay
If you pay good wages, transportation to and fro
Think I might go with you on the hunt of buffalo
Course I'll pay good wages and transportation too
If you'll agree to work for me until the season's through
But if you do get homesick and you try to run away
You'll starve to death out on the trail and also lose your pay
Well with all his flatterin' talkin' he signed up quite a train
Some ten or twelve in number, some able-bodied men
Our trip it was a pleasant one as we hit the westward road
Till we crossed old Boggy Creek in old New Mexico
There our pleasures ended and our troubles all began
A lightning storm it hit us and made the cattle run
Got all full of stickers from the cactus that did grow
Outlaws watchin' to pick us off in the hills of Mexico
Well our workin' season ended and the drover would not pay
You hadn't drunk too much, you were all in debt to me
But the cowboys never had heard such a thing as a bankrupt law
So we left that drover's bones to bleach on the plains of the buffalo
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Please do not grow weary I'll not detain you long
Concerning some wild cowboys who did agree to go
Spend the summer pleasant on the trail of the buffalo
Found myself in Griffin in the spring of 83
When a well known famous drover come a-walkin' up to me
Said, how do you do young fellow, well how'd you like to go
Spend the summer pleasant on the trail of the buffalo
Well I'd be out of work right then to the drover I did say
Goin' out on the buffalo road depends upon your pay
If you pay good wages, transportation to and fro
Think I might go with you on the hunt of buffalo
Course I'll pay good wages and transportation too
If you'll agree to work for me until the season's through
But if you do get homesick and you try to run away
You'll starve to death out on the trail and also lose your pay
Well with all his flatterin' talkin' he signed up quite a train
Some ten or twelve in number, some able-bodied men
Our trip it was a pleasant one as we hit the westward road
Till we crossed old Boggy Creek in old New Mexico
There our pleasures ended and our troubles all began
A lightning storm it hit us and made the cattle run
Got all full of stickers from the cactus that did grow
Outlaws watchin' to pick us off in the hills of Mexico
Well our workin' season ended and the drover would not pay
You hadn't drunk too much, you were all in debt to me
But the cowboys never had heard such a thing as a bankrupt law
So we left that drover's bones to bleach on the plains of the buffalo
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_ _ _ _ Come all you old time cowboys and listen to my song
_ Please do not grow weary _ I'll not detain you long
_ Concerning some wild cowboys who did agree to go
_ Spend the summer pleasant _ on the trail of the buffalo
_ _ Found myself in Griffin _ in the spring of 83
When a well known famous drover _ come a-walkin' up to me _
Said, how do you do young fellow, well how'd you like to go
Spend the summer pleasant _ on the trail of the buffalo
_ _ _ Well I'd be out of work right then to the drover I did say
Goin' out on the buffalo road depends upon your pay
If you pay good wages, transportation to and fro
Think I might go with you on the hunt of buffalo
_ _ Course I'll pay good wages and transportation too
If you'll agree to work for me until the season's through
But if you do get homesick and you try to run away
You'll starve to death out on the trail and also lose your pay
_ Well with all his flatterin' talkin' he signed up quite a train
Some ten or twelve in number, _ _ some able-bodied men _
Our trip it was a pleasant one as we hit the westward road
Till we crossed old Boggy Creek in old New Mexico
There our pleasures ended and our troubles all began
A lightning storm it hit us and made the cattle run
Got all full of stickers from the cactus that did grow
Outlaws watchin' to pick us off in the hills of Mexico
_ Well our workin' season ended and the drover would not pay
You hadn't drunk too much, you were all in debt to me
But the cowboys never had heard such a thing as a bankrupt law
So we left that drover's bones to bleach on the plains of the buffalo
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_ _ _ _ Come all you old time cowboys and listen to my song
_ Please do not grow weary _ I'll not detain you long
_ Concerning some wild cowboys who did agree to go
_ Spend the summer pleasant _ on the trail of the buffalo
_ _ Found myself in Griffin _ in the spring of 83
When a well known famous drover _ come a-walkin' up to me _
Said, how do you do young fellow, well how'd you like to go
Spend the summer pleasant _ on the trail of the buffalo
_ _ _ Well I'd be out of work right then to the drover I did say
Goin' out on the buffalo road depends upon your pay
If you pay good wages, transportation to and fro
Think I might go with you on the hunt of buffalo
_ _ Course I'll pay good wages and transportation too
If you'll agree to work for me until the season's through
But if you do get homesick and you try to run away
You'll starve to death out on the trail and also lose your pay
_ Well with all his flatterin' talkin' he signed up quite a train
Some ten or twelve in number, _ _ some able-bodied men _
Our trip it was a pleasant one as we hit the westward road
Till we crossed old Boggy Creek in old New Mexico
There our pleasures ended and our troubles all began
A lightning storm it hit us and made the cattle run
Got all full of stickers from the cactus that did grow
Outlaws watchin' to pick us off in the hills of Mexico
_ Well our workin' season ended and the drover would not pay
You hadn't drunk too much, you were all in debt to me
But the cowboys never had heard such a thing as a bankrupt law
So we left that drover's bones to bleach on the plains of the buffalo
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