Chords for Hoot and Holler - Old Buffalo

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_ _ He's got a long, long [Ab] way to go, but he's handling just the same.
He don't read no calendar, he can't tell no time.
He doesn't know the meaning [C] of a dollar and a dime. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Cm] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ Look at that old coyote stalking his weary prey.
You know if he doesn't make the [Bb] kill, he ain't gonna eat [Eb] today.
His belly is a-rumbling, his legs are shaky [Cm] and weak.
It's mighty hard to make [Bb] your meal when you ain't had enough to [Cm] eat.
Roll on [Bb] now, don't mind [Eb] rolling slow.
_ _ [Cm] Roll on [Bb] now, we ain't got [Eb] far to go.
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Look at that old bengal stiff rambling down the track.
He [Ab] got everything he needs [Bb] in his old [Eb] gunny sack.
He doesn't mind a lean old time drinking [Cm] his coffee cold.
[Eb]
He got peace [Ab] inside his mind and a comfort in [Eb] his soul. _
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_ [Gm] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
Look at that old businessman [Cm] wearing a suit and tie.
[Eb] He can [Ab] buy anything he [Bb] wants, but he's [Eb] afraid to die.
Money is a mean old hound nipping him [Cm] at the heels.
[Eb] Sticking [Ab] himself a deeper [Bb] grave with every [Eb] crooked deal.
Roll on [Bb] now, don't mind rolling [Eb] slow. _
[Cm] Roll on [Bb] now, we ain't got [Eb] far to go. _ _
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_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [Eb] Roll on now.
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_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
_ Rising [Ab] up at the break of [Eb] dawn, sleeping on the ground.
Walking in the [Bb] July sun, 13 miles to town.
A stranger [Ab] is a welcome friend, singing a [Cm] song so rare.
In the land of milk and honey, you [Bb] know we got enough to share.
[Cm] Roll on [Bb] now, don't mind [Eb] rolling slow.
Roll [C] on now, we ain't got far to go. _ _
Roll [Bb] on now, don't mind [C] rolling slow. _
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Thank you, thank you!
[Gm] Very nice. _ _
That's called Old Buffalo and that's a brand new song. _ _
[C] Hope you liked it.
It's in a little [G] genre of writing I like to call cowboy existentialism.
_ _ _ You [Eb] got some coyotes, some train tracks, and [G] some hobos,
and you throw in a couple of deep thoughts and you got yourself a song. _ _