Buffalo Nickel - Steve Forbert

I’m thinking 'bout a Buffalo nickel

The kind I’m inclined to save

On one side a solitary Buffalo stands

On the other there’s an Indian brave

On the other there’s an Indian brave

I’m thinking 'bout a Buffalo nickel

It seems so ironic to me

We had to go an' slaughter every Buffalo herd

And we couldn’t leave an Indian be

We couldn’t leave an Indian be

The railroad crossed the continent

And the buildings scratch the sky

The highway runs all over the place

And the big jet engines fly

I’m thinking 'bout a Buffalo nickel

We surely went and minted a few

I used to run across 'em nearly other day

An' I should’ve saved a hundred or two

I should’ve saved a hundred or two