Singin' The Dinosaur Blues

Steven Fromholz
 Me and my friends are getting long in the tooth
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 After three or four decades of seeking the truth
 Trying to recover from misspent youth
 And gradually giving in to knowledge
 I know a picker who moved to Nepal
 And another buddy's got a little shop in a mall
 Some of my brothers ain't breathing at all
 And others have given up privilege
 But I'm still beating on my old guitar
 Singing my songs in a smoky old bar
 Hitching my wagon to a shooting star
 And hoping that star don't fall
 I'll keep picking as long as I can
 But I don't want to die just a honky-tonk man
 I'm just a buffalo singing the dinosaur blues
 I was out last night, just me and a partner
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 Ain't nothing but a fool would drink that hard
 You wind up sleeping in your buddy's front yard
 And you wonder what to tell the little woman
 Me and the band's up all night long
 We was passing the pipe and banging the gong
 Trying to remember one of Van Zandt's songs
 Something about Mudd and Gold a-gamblin'
 But I'm still walking down the lost highway
 Doing what it takes to make my way
 Knowing that I got a piper to pay
 And hoping that I like the song
 Maybe it'll be a ditty I know
 I got people to see and places to go
 Just an old buffalo singing the dinosaur blues
 I've been a lucky man all of my life
 I got two great kids and a wonderful wife
 Got a rosewood guitar and a very sharp knife
 And I got a handy little knack for rhymin'
 I been blessed with a voice that can sing
 And a faith in the future and what it may bring
 And change is the very most natural of things
 And life is mostly attitude and timing
 One of these days, well, I'll disappear
 You'll look around and I won't be here
 Don't worry, buddy, there's nothing to fear
 I'm just going where the rivers flow
 You can find me in a rubbery boat
 Down in Mexico you can send me a note
 Care of a old buffalo singing the dinosaur
 I've played Buffalo, I recall Dinah Shore
 I'm just a buffalo singing the dinosaur blues