I'm going to sing a song about a man who I have met
He lives alone in a quiet town
His face I'll never forget
And every line that marks his face
Is not from age I'm sure
It's from aiming through a 308
As in his saddle he sits tall
And will the real Buffalo Bill please stand
Holding a beer and a gun in each hand
Those bright blue eyes give away more then he knows
When they sparkle as his story tells of chasing buffalo
And if I were born fifty years ago
He'd laugh and grin with his mates
But do they really understand
About the days back then those buffalo
And catching them by hand
That, life of his, a wife and kids
And too much rum don't go
For a man, a father, a ringer, A charmer
And a life with buffalo
And will the real Buffalo Bill please stand
(He was) Holding a beer and a gun in each hand
Those bright blue eyes give away more then he knows
When they sparkle as his story tells of chasing buffalo
And if I were born fifty years ago
Well the breaker he now no longer rides
Or risks a wild stampede
He just dreams about those days long gone
And life of danger he is free
And I'm glad I met the man who lives in Camoweal today
To sing this song and carry on his life of yesterday
And the real Buffalo Bill did stand
He was holding a beer and a gun in each hand
And in fifty years just look up high
And catch a glimpse of horse
Face to face with those buffalo
Saying, "She'll be right of course"
And if I were born fifty years ago
I wouldn't like to be a buffalo No No
And if I were born fifty years ago