Buffalo Bill (Storer Sara)

I'm going to sing a song about a man who I've met He lives alone in a quiet town, his face I'll never forget And every line that marks his face is not from age I'm sure It's from aiming through a .308 as in his saddle he sits tall And will the real Buffalo Bill please stand Holding a beer and a gun in each hand Those bright blue eyes give away more than he knows When they sparkle as his story tells of chasin' buffalo And if I were born fifty years ago He'll laugh and grin with his mates but do they really understand? About the days back then those buffalo and catchin' them by hand That life of his a wife and kids and too much rum don't go For a man, a father, a ringer, a charmer and life with buffalo And will the real Buffalo Bill please stand He was holding a beer and a gun in each hand Those bright blue eyes give away more than he knows When they sparkle as his story tells of chasin' buffalo And If I were born fifty years ago Well the breaker he now no longer rides or risks so I'll stand clean He just dreams about those days long gone and life of danger he is free And I'm glad I met the man who lives in Camooweal today To sing this song and carry on his life of yesterday And the real Buffalo Bill here stand He was holding a beer and a gun in each hand And in fifty years just look up high and catch a glimpse of horse Face to face with those buffalo saying she'll be right of course And if I were born fifty years ago I wouldn't like to be a buffalo no, no And if I were born fifty years ago