Buffalo Ballet - John Cale

When Abilene was young and gay

And thunder storms filled up the day

The cattle roamed outside the town

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

Then tracks were lain across the plain

By broken old men in torrid rains

The towns grew up, the people were still

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

All join in and we’ll all hold hands

Yes, we’ll all join in to run the land

But soldiers once, long long ago

Rode through the town, rode down those

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

Gold came and went, quickly spent

The people broke down and often drowned

From wealth and the pain of old Abilene

They were sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun