Tom Russell - The Last Running lyrics

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Old Charlie, good night, he stood out of him porch

On an isolated west stacks range

Out on the yard will nothing be mild all ballers

Reservation come in edges

They were chatter here and broken Spanish

Commence and Charlie laugh

Indian comin’, they wanted a buffalo from Charlie’s private peeve

They have it from one last buffalo

Now I ain’t have ahead and lead it about a time when the land and the buffalo was everyone’s

And to be shake, before the white man

The iron horse and the bar blurred

So the command figure one buffalo was fair

Charlie kept fourteen head on the fare hill

So he can gaze out of him, he drive quick and he hits it

Charlie’s favorite was old Shakespeare

A horse killing ball,

But the beast had the spirit Charlie truly believe in

Now back in the time when command was confusing

But small part of silfilis and whiskey had scatter their numbers

And they reading their pride

Now they beat up al statoose and cally go go sirts

They smoked and waited machede in a mask stead stand

And finely Charlie, let in and you get bastards

Take one for the old days

Civilization beat down

Then Charlie turn to me and declared: Damn it kid, we had a word you will never known

The commence rage, the state bangs, the basket rid on

The great chails from tasky to

The wild buffalo on a thousand hills, one camp fire song

A cowboy and a guitar

Hanging rather boy, get faster

Remember this will be the last of the buffalo

Now Charlie gave on ______(?)

The corse ad pick Charlie favorite Shakespeare

As Charlie stad on the porch, he wait all the run

He knew he was fronting back tears

A tear for the ball and the passage of time

And an old life that will never come again

The comency, the buffalo, the vaneccy west

It’s just dust on the drive on Texas one

Now we all rock as one truck and drop the bullet into a shut

We all Shakespeare bout tearing all apart

And the wariers worried bout break down ponies

As Charlie good night waited it, with this broke up

Then one turn the ballucing and was all comented blood in it

Where all hooks and arrows and sheewks

And old Sheakspear thoughts like the king of the bice

The one you could kill but never defeats

Then Indians cut up the means, sing a buffalo song

A deep gutter old song, their anchie bread

And iron had rolled up, saluted Charlie good night

As he command on road she have a cost and he waste it

And me, I sat there wandering if I’ll see what I saw

The wild tricks and the death of that

It’s stuck with me more than most things witness

And all that history I learn in school

Yeah it’s just a kid, seventeen years old

And the frontier was soon get down

But now that vision with that 37 years

My own blood memory of that last great buffalo run