Buffalo Skull On the Desert

Buffalo skull on the desert, White from the wind and the sun, Sometimes I feel like that buffalo skull— I really don’t need anyone. Buffalo skull on the desert, Spider makes a home in its head; Sometimes I feel like that buffalo skull When I think of those last words you said. You said to me, “Adios, caballero, we’re crossing the border, A posse’s close on our trail; We’re wanted for love, and there’s a price on our hearts— We’re fugitives from somebody’s jail, And our ponies are starting to fail…” Buffalo skull on the desert, Gila monster scurries by; Sometimes I feel like that buffalo skull Under the dry desert sky. Buffalo skull on the desert, Might make a good souvenir; Sometimes I feel like that buffalo skull On a fence post so far from here.