Tim Hall and Buffalo Country

Lyrics

$30 bucks a night, the only tv’s in the lounge, blaring gospel preaching it’s a convicting sound.
There’s liquor on my breath and I don’t even drink. I’m down to one horse and one gun and one last night to think.
Visions of a red sky on a canyon hill, there’s a buffalo nickel and man does it look real.
That Indian looks right at me and then he rides away, far away. I’m down to one horse and one gun and one last night to pray.
That preacher on the tv’s getting louder in my mind, like a two-edged sword saying that I’m out of time.
That Indian comes a crawling, look like he’s out of breath. I’m down to one horse and one gun and one day closer to death.
$30 bucks a night the only tv’s in the lounge, Ironside is playing, and I heard the gavel sound.
I said who changed the channel? She said it changes itself, now and then. I’m down to one horse and one gun and one step farther from hell. Oh hell.
I’m down to one horse, and one gun and one step farther from hell.