Me and Buffalo Bill

Room 105

Hand me down my rifle

'Cause We got some ghosts to kill

We gonna ride yeah

Me and Buffalo Bill...

This radio’s confusing me

My beer just makes me cold

Ain’t got no ticket for the train

I guess she was just using me

Man it makes you old

I hope this waitress

Don’t know tears from rain

 

C’mon Bill

Good old Buffalo Bill

Break on through the rain

I know you’re out there still

Hand me down my rifle

We got some ghosts to kill

We gonna ride

Me and Buffalo Bill

 

I fell into her river

Like a fool without a rope

Her dark waters carried me away

I washed up in this old hotel

Half drowned and out of hope

I hope this waitress knows

I got nothin’ left to pay

 

C’mon Bill

Good old Buffalo Bill

Break on through the rain

I know you're out there still

Hand me down my rifle

We got some ghosts to kill

We gonna ride

Me and Buffalo Bill

 

Ah when that dealer’s

Dealing only losing hands

When the deck is stacked against you

There’s a hole in every plan

Then you got to just cut loose

And find something that’s free

Run off with a circus like Bill and me

 

This radio’s confusing me

Some sad old Dylan song

There must be redemption

Past this rain

Coming ‘cross that skyline

Old Bill he won’t be long

I think this waitress knows

I best be on my way