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John Hiatt Buffalo River Home

an Indian blanket on a pony With no rider in the flesh and bone Looking for his buffalo river home Let that pony ride Looking for his buffalo river home

with mixed feelings all along the paint was peeling down to an indian blanket on a pony with no rider in the flesh and bone looking for his buffalo river home

with mixed feelings all along the paint was peeling down to an indian blanket on a pony with no rider in the flesh and bone looking for his buffalo river home

with mixed feelings all along the paint was peeling down to an indian blanket on a pony with no rider in the flesh and bone looking for his buffalo river home

with mixed feelings all along the paint was peeling down to an indian blanket on a pony with no rider in the flesh and bone looking for his buffalo river home

with mixed feelings all along the paint was peeling down to an indian blanket on a pony with no rider in the flesh and bone looking for his buffalo river home