Buffalo Nickels    by John Flynn
He was sweating like a longneck in a Shreveport bar at midnight
Full of beer and Ďbout to lose his head
In his hand he waved a pistol like a blind man in a knife fight
Then he pointed it and fired it and bled


CHORUS:
And the angel said donít he look natural
And the devil said donít he look fine
And the devilís eyes shined like two buffalo nickels
He bought for a Roosevelt dime

The land had been like Sarah, proud and oh, so stubborn
He lost them both a little at a time
The bankers took the one, his drinking took the other
All he had left for losing was his mind chorus

The Shreve Times ran a story about a suicide that took place
Thursday morning in a downtown bar
The front page ran a picture of a much younger manís face
Taken years before he bought the farm chorus


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