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Trail Of The Buffalo 1 (Buffalo Skinners / Range Of The Buffalo / Hills Of Mexico) Traditional

Feb/Mar 1961 THE DYLAN'S ROOT (T-101) GWW THE DEMO TAPES (vinyl bootleg)

East Orange tape, Home of Bob and Sid Gleason, East Orange NJ - February or March 1961 Come 'round you old time cowboys and listen to my song Please do not grow weary, i'll not detain you long Concernin' some young cowboys who did agree to go Spend the summer pleasantly on the trail of the buffalo. Well, i found myself in Griffin in the year of '83 When a well known famous drover come a-walkin' up to me Sayin', "How'd you do, young cowboy, how'd you like to go Spend the summer pleasantly on the trail of the buffalo?" Well, me bein' out of work right then to this drover I did say "This goin' out on the buffalo range depends upon your pay But if you pay good wages, transportation to and fro Think i might go with you on the hunt of the buffalo." "Yes, i'll pay good wages an' transportation too If you'll agree to work for me until the season's through But if you do get homesick an' try to run away You'll starve to death on the prairie and also lose your pay." Well, with all this flatterin' talking, he signed up quite a train Some ten or twelve in number, some able-bodied men Our trip it was a pleasant one as we hit the westward road Until we head old Boggy Creek in old New Mexico. Well, there our pleasures ended an' our troubles they begun A lightnin' storm did hit us, made the cattle run I got all full of stickers from cactus that did grow Outlaws watchin' to pick us off on the hills of the buffalo. Well, the working season ended but the drover would not pay He said, "You went drunk too much, you're all in debt to me." But the cowboys never did hear of such a thing as a bankrupt law So we left that drover's bones to bleach on the hills of the buffalo.

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Trail Of The Buffalo 2 (unfinished)

May/Oct 1967 THE BASEMENT TAPES COMPLETE: THE BOOTLEG SERIES VOL. 11 A TREE WITH ROOTS (T-731) THE GENUINE BASEMENT TAPES Vol. 1-2 (T-308)

The Basement Tapes - may/october 1967 T'was in the town of Griffin in the year of '65 A well-known famous villain stepped up to me and tied Sayin', "How d'you do, young cowboy and how d'ya like to go Spend the summer pleasantly in the hills of Mexico?" Well, me bein' out of work right then to this drover I did say "Well, this goin' out on the buffalo range depends upon your pay But if you pay good wages, transportation to and fro I think I might go with you to the hills of Mexico." Well, we crossed the Laughtin river, boys, our troubles they begun Lightning flashed like hell-fire and made the cattle run I [.........................] sun is as hot as snow Comanches a-waitin' to pick us off on the hills of Mexico.

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Trail Of The Buffalo 3 (unfinished)

13 Oct 1990 THANK YOU EV'RYBODY (T-141) 18 June 1991 GOLDEN VANITY (T-238)

Eisenhower Hall Theater, West Point NY - 13.oct.1990 Sports Halle, Essen Germany - 18.jun.1991 In the summer of '63, .................. When a well known famous drover come steppin' up to me Sayin', "How do you do, young cowboy 'n' how do you like to go Spend the summer pleasantly on the range of the buffalo?" Me bein' out of employment to this drover I did say "This goin' out on the buffalo range depends upon your pay If you do good wages an' transportation t' 'n' fro I think i might go with you on the trail of the buffalo." "Yes, i will pay good wages an' i will pay the train If you'll agree to work for me until the season's through If you do get homesick an' you try to run away You'll starve to death on the buffalo range and also lose your pay." Now with his flatterin' talking, he signed up quite a train Some ten or twelve in number, some able-bodied men Well, our trip it was a pleasant one as we hit the westward road Until we reached old Boggy Creek on the hills of Mexico. There our pleasures ended an' our troubles they begun A lightnin' storm did hit us and it made the cattle run Then i got full of stickers from the cactus that did grow Outlaws waitin' to pick us off from the hills of Mexico. The working season ended an' the drover would not pay He said, "You boys went an' drank too much, you're all in debt to me." But the cowboys never did hear such a thing as a bankrupt law So we left that drover's bones to bleach on the hills of the buffalo. Working season ended an' i hurried homeward bound No more on the buffalo range will we ever more be found Go home to our wives an' sweethearts, tell others not to go God has forsaken the buffalo range an' the damn bull buffalo.

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Trail Of The Buffalo 4

5 Nov 1991 YOU DON'T KNOW ME (T-309)

Dane County Museum, Madison - 5.nov.1991 T'was in the town of Jacksboro in the year of '73 When a well known famous drover came steppin' up to me Sayin', "How you doin, young cowboy an' how'd you like to go Spend the summer pleasantly on the trail of the buffalo?" Me bein' out of employment to this drover I did say "This goin' out on the buffalo range depends upon your pay But if you'll pay good wages, transportation to 'n' fro I think i might go with you to the trail of the buffalo." "Yes, i will pay good wages an' transportation too If you'll agree to work for me until the season's through But if you do get homesick an' you try to run away You'll starve to death on the buffalo range and also will lose your pay." With this flatterin' talking, he signed up quite a train Some ten or twelve in number, some able-bodied men Our trip it was a pleasant one as we hit the westward road Until we reached old Boggy Creek in old New Mexico. There our pleasures ended an' our troubles they begun A lightnin' storm hit us an' it made the cattle run Got all full of stickers from the cactus that did grow Outlaws waitin' to pick us off from the hills of old Mexico. Well, the working season ended but the drover would not pay He said, "You boys been extravagant an' you're all in debt to me." But the cowboys never did hear such a thing as a bankrupt law So we left that drover's bones to bleach on the hills of the buffalo. Now, we've crossed Pease river boys an' homeward we are bound No more on this buffalo range will we ever more be found Go home to our wives an' sweethearts and tell others not to go For god's forsaken the buffalo range an' the damn bull buffalo.