Wild Cyclone - Woody Guthrie

Well, the last big buffalo run is done

And the hides are stripped and gone

I’m a-standing here in Dead Ghost City

On a pile of rattling bones

Three-Prong Pete runs down my street

He’s yelling out his lungs

There’s a wild stampede coming through town

And it’s led by the Wild Cyclone

I dodged in back of some bales of hay

As the loud herd jostled past

While I could not spot their leader horse

Cause they all went past so fast

A windburnt girl rode in that herd

And I’ve seen her toss her loop

Her horsey fell and the girl did yell

«I've missed that wild cyclone»

I lifted her up from that dusty street

On top of my bales of hay

She pulled her hair and cried and said

«That cyclone got away»

She said, «I trailed him six long years

Since he was just a colt»

I’ve squeezed her hand and said

«I'll help you snag that wild cyclone»