Buffalo Girl - Chris Bathgate

'Tween your nose and the wind on the bridge that night

Oh it’s a cold one

Quiet

Waiting for starlight

A fog rolled in and choked my eyes

And you and every other thing in sight

Was a pleasant

Convent (?)

To find

So Buffalo Girl, put on your dress

I know how you hate to see my like this

In the tail pop tale of an evening past

Where the headlights fell

And the shadows cast

In the kind of

Crash

That never lasts

In the silence left from nothing told

There’s four eyes fixed on the gravel road

And tender sorrow

And

Lots to go

So Buffalo Girl, put on your dress

I know how you hate to see my like this

Well the one thing was

That nothing said

These two hearts howling like they’re going mad

And I know

I can’t

Handle that

'Cause I’m a fumblin' fake and a fuckin' fool

And that’s why I can’t fall in love with you

And why to

And fro

Are all I do

So Buffalo Girl, put on your dress

I know how you hate to see my like this