Buffalo Ballet Lyrics - The Walkabouts

Buffalo Ballet
When Abilene was young and gayAnd thunder storms filled up the daysThe cattle roam outside the townSleeping in the midday sun X4Then tracks were laid across the plainBy broken old men in torrid rainThe towns grew up, and the people were stillSleeping in the midday sun X4We all joined in(And) We all joined handsWe all joined inTo help run this landThen the soldiers came, long long agoRode through the townAnd mowed down thoseSleeping in the midday sun X4Gold came and went, quickly spentAnd the people broke downAnd often drownedFrom the wealth and the painOf old AbileneSleeping in the midday sun X8