| Song | Buffalo Flower |
| Artist | The Mynabirds |
| Album | Generals |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| So we go down to the red to the river | |
| Dig our hands deep in the banks of the sand | |
| Loose all the black of the souls buried there | |
| Forgive every man | |
| Moving uptown, gonna clear the air | |
| Moving uptown, then we’ll go everywhere | |
| Buffalo flower | |
| My queen of the plains | |
| When the bully winds | |
| Push on your shoulder | |
| You show them who’s king | |
| Oh the man of the hour | |
| Is another pretty young buck | |
| Pinstripes and a tongue | |
| Like a fresh cut flower | |
| Promises sure to wither up | |
| Oh my man, your hour’s up | |
| So we’ll march up out the road out the valley | |
| Build a town tall at the top of the hill | |
| If we don’t start one foot in front of the other | |
| We never will | |
| Can’t change the weather | |
| But we sure can change our shoes | |
| Can’t change what we weather | |
| But we can change what we do | |
| Buffalo flower | |
| My queen of the plains | |
| When the bully winds | |
| Push on your shoulder | |
| You show them who’s king | |
| Gonna do what I can | |
| Right where I stand | |
| I’m gonna do what I can |
| So we go down to the red to the river | |
| Dig our hands deep in the banks of the sand | |
| Loose all the black of the souls buried there | |
| Forgive every man | |
| Moving uptown, gonna clear the air | |
| Moving uptown, then we' ll go everywhere | |
| Buffalo flower | |
| My queen of the plains | |
| When the bully winds | |
| Push on your shoulder | |
| You show them who' s king | |
| Oh the man of the hour | |
| Is another pretty young buck | |
| Pinstripes and a tongue | |
| Like a fresh cut flower | |
| Promises sure to wither up | |
| Oh my man, your hour' s up | |
| So we' ll march up out the road out the valley | |
| Build a town tall at the top of the hill | |
| If we don' t start one foot in front of the other | |
| We never will | |
| Can' t change the weather | |
| But we sure can change our shoes | |
| Can' t change what we weather | |
| But we can change what we do | |
| Buffalo flower | |
| My queen of the plains | |
| When the bully winds | |
| Push on your shoulder | |
| You show them who' s king | |
| Gonna do what I can | |
| Right where I stand | |
| I' m gonna do what I can |
| So we go down to the red to the river | |
| Dig our hands deep in the banks of the sand | |
| Loose all the black of the souls buried there | |
| Forgive every man | |
| Moving uptown, gonna clear the air | |
| Moving uptown, then we' ll go everywhere | |
| Buffalo flower | |
| My queen of the plains | |
| When the bully winds | |
| Push on your shoulder | |
| You show them who' s king | |
| Oh the man of the hour | |
| Is another pretty young buck | |
| Pinstripes and a tongue | |
| Like a fresh cut flower | |
| Promises sure to wither up | |
| Oh my man, your hour' s up | |
| So we' ll march up out the road out the valley | |
| Build a town tall at the top of the hill | |
| If we don' t start one foot in front of the other | |
| We never will | |
| Can' t change the weather | |
| But we sure can change our shoes | |
| Can' t change what we weather | |
| But we can change what we do | |
| Buffalo flower | |
| My queen of the plains | |
| When the bully winds | |
| Push on your shoulder | |
| You show them who' s king | |
| Gonna do what I can | |
| Right where I stand | |
| I' m gonna do what I can |