Singin' the Dinosaur Blues

Me and my friends are getting long in the tooth

After three or four decades of seeking the truth

Trying to recover from misspent youth

And gradually giving in to knowledge

I know a picker who moved to Nepal

And another buddy's got a little shop in a mall

Some of my brothers ain't breathing at all

And others have given up privilege

But I'm still beating on my old guitar

Singing my songs in a smoky old bar

Hitching my wagon to a shooting star

And hoping that star don't fall

I'll keep picking as long as I can

But I don't want to die just a honky-tonk man

I'm just a buffalo singing the dinosaur blues

I was out last night, just me and a partner

Ain't nothing but a fool would drink that hard

You wind up sleeping in your buddy's front yard

And you wonder what to tell the little woman

Me and the band's up all night long

We was passing the pipe and banging the gong

Trying to remember one of Van Zandt's songs

Something about Mudd and Gold a-gamblin'

But I'm still walking down the lost highway

Doing what it takes to make my way

Knowing that I got a piper to pay

And hoping that I like the song

Maybe it'll be a ditty I know

I got people to see and places to go

Just an old buffalo singing the dinosaur blues

I've been a lucky man all of my life

I got two great kids and a wonderful wife

Got a rosewood guitar and a very sharp knife

And I got a handy little knack for rhymin'

I been blessed with a voice that can sing

And a faith in the future and what it may bring

And change is the very most natural of things

And life is mostly attitude and timing

One of these days, well, I'll disappear

You'll look around and I won't be here

Don't worry, buddy, there's nothing to fear

I'm just going where the rivers flow

You can find me in a rubbery boat

Down in Mexico you can send me a note

Care of a old buffalo singing the dinosaur

I've played Buffalo, I recall Dinah Shore

I'm just a buffalo singing the dinosaur blues