Hamford Hog sat on a log
Waiting for Buford Butt
They were headed to Macon
To buy a pound of bacon
Which to me seemed somewhat odd
When they could shuffle up to Boston
Which I’ve done quite often
To pick up a pound of scrod
Categories:
buford, nursery rhyme,
Form: Rhyme
I have a son who is so stupid that I want to give him a slap.
He wanted hushpuppies and I said "We got no time for that crap!!"
I'm Buford T. Justice and I'm a Bubblegum machine.
I'm the best sheriff that the state of Texas has ever seen.
I've been chasing a man who calls himself The Bandit.
He frustrates me so damn much that I can't stand it.
I've tried and tried but he's somebody that I can't catch.
He drives 110 miles per hour, I've finally met my match.
When I starred in the 3rd Bandit movie, the Bandit turned out to be fake.
My idiotic son and I will catch the real Bandit no matter what it takes.
Categories:
buford, life,
Form: Rhyme
Chorus
The battle was over,
The Indian did dance,
He'd slaughtered the white man
At Custer's last stand.
He was now weary,
His days had been long,
His people were suffering,
It's time to go back home.
Narration
He had done what he thought was right,
To Keep his people free.
With General Miles up on his trail,
Again they must flee.
There was a land north of here,
Where they could be safe,
Once more he must move his people,
To a strange new place.
The the buffalo were gone,
The time had come to move,
Without the sturdy buffalo,
His people had no food.
He surrendered at Fort Buford,
The white man they did dance,
They had the Mighty Sitting Bull,
Right here in their hands.
They send him to the reservation,
His head he held it high.
His people were his first concern,
Until the day he died.
Chorus
Cile Beer
written l975
Categories:
buford, family, song-people, people, time,
Form: I do not know?