| Head Smashed In Buffalo Jump |
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Sideburns in the shape of a prairie province,
Bookcased his face, baby
He looked alot like Elvis,
Long before his name became disgraced,
Back when he was young,
Taking care of business in a flash,
I met him at the Head Smashed
in Buffalo Jump, Yeah.
I met him at the Head Smashed
in Buffalo Jump, Yeah
He sang deep and low,
Well, he sang in baritone,
And he sang about the buffalo,
He sang about home sweet home,
He sang about cool hot rods
and shiny UFO’s.
He did not sing about,
What he did not know. No, no.
I met him at the...
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