Buffalo Skinners Songtext
von Pete Seeger

′Twas in the town of Jacksboro
In the spring of seventy-three
A man by the name of Crego
Come steppin' up to me
Said, "How do you do, young fellers
And how′d you like to go
And spend one summer pleasantly
On the range of the buffalo?"

"It's me bein' out of employment"
To old Crego I did say
"This goin′ out on the buffalo range
Depends upon the pay
But if you′ll pay good wages
And transportation too
I think, sir, I will go with you
To the range of the buffalo"


Well, it's now we′ve crossed Pease River, boys
Our troubles they have begun
First old stinker that I cut
Christ, how I cut my thumb
While skinnin' the dog-gone old buffalo
Our lives they had no show
For the Indians watched to pick us off
While skinnin′ the buffalo

The season bein' near over
Old Crego he did say
The crowd had been extravagant
Was in debt to him that day
We coaxed him and we argued
But still it was no go
We left his damned old bones to bleach
On the range of the buffalo

It′s now we've crossed Pease River
And homeward we are bound
No more in that old fire country
Will ever we be found
Go back to our wives and sweethearts
Tell others not to go
For God's forsaken the buffalo range
And the damn old buffalo