Buffalo Herds & Windmills - The Samples

In the old days when the wheels went round and round

Through a wagon trench I called this home

And out there on these new trails we’ve blazed

Watching buffalo herds & windmills sway

And still these paths do run wild

But now concrete slabs make roads of miles

Did the wealthiest always get there first

They could afford to journey on and on

Amazed at what we’ve come from

And found along the way

The wheels don’t turn much different

Only the roads have changed, have changed

A freeway never seemed so strange

Rushing back an forth from a life that I can’t explain

In the old days when the wheels went round and round

Through a wagon trench I called this home

Watching buffalo herds & windmills sway

Watching buffalo herds & windmills sway

Watching buffalo herds & windmills