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Susan Kane: Listen

Buffalo Jump

(Susan Kane)
November 19, 2012
Susan Kane

Take me down to the buffalo jump

Take me down to the buffalo jump

Past the willow and the water pump

Take me down to the buffalo jump

 

Sometimes it seems like I can't get out of my own damn way

And how I came by these ragged hands and this gray hair I can’t say

This stuttering tongue and unsteady feet they belong to someone else

The rule of the bone has rubbed me raw and robbed me of myself   

 

Chorus

 

I like to take my knitting there; I sit right by the edge

There’s no one now to chase me over, I listen to my head
Children’s stories, yarn and thimbles, seeds and crochet hooks

A cup of coffee threads and beads needles and reference books

 

Gravity calls me to the earth

Singing my heart for all I’m worth

Flying downhill feels like a rebirth 

 

I know how the story ends, it’s the same way every time

The ropy tails, head over hooves, the dusty buffalo fly

The first mile traveled is the longest the last was yesterday

And we will always be just things, things on the way
Things on the way, things on the way

 

Chorus

 

Recorded at the Aerie, Austin, Texas

Guitars: Billy Masters

Fiddle: Warren Hood

Bass: Glenn Fukunaga

Drums: John Paul Keenon

Harmony: Jess Klein