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Indians of long agoFollowed after buffaloThey found a use for every part Everything except his heartI have wandered like those herds Lost in music, lost in wordsBut the hunger leads me on Seductive like a siren's songAnd I can put my ear right to the ground Just to hear those motors humming The pounding sound of hoofbeats Like a thousand guitars strumming And there is music in all thisIt is all materialBefore the beauty melts like snow Chase the buffaloPeople in these halls and bars They wish on me like I'm a star But I can never fill that hole I am not their buffaloAnd the gravity of the situation makes me start to fallMy guitar like a fire alarm is ringing off the wallLetras de cancionesAnd there is music in all thisIt is all materialBefore the beauty melts like snow Chase the buffaloEast of Eden, west of the nightThe sun lies bleeding in a dying light And the lady in the Cheyenne moon Is singing out her mournful tuneSo I chase the herds againSmear the warpaint on my skinRiding west with all my mightWhere the sun is holding off the nightI cannot name this passionDon't know where this stuff comes from Maybe its a trail of tearsOr just a trail of crumbsBut there is music in all thisIt is all materialBefore the beauty melts like snow Chase the buffalo From Letras Mania