Intro: CFC Verse: I'm going to sing a song about a man who I have met He lives alone in a quiet town His face I'll never forget And every line that marks his face Is not from age I'm sure It's from aiming through a 308 As in his saddle he sits tall And will the real Buffalo Bill please stand Holding a beer and a gun in each hand Those bright blue eyes give away more then he knows When they sparkle as his story tells of chasing buffalo CFC And if I were born fifty years ago Verse: He'd laugh and grin with his mates But do they really understand About the days back then those buffalo And catching them by hand That, life of his, a wife and kids And too much rum don't go For a man, a father, a ringer, A charmer And a life with buffalo And will the real Buffalo Bill please stand (He was) Holding a beer and a gun in each hand Those bright blue eyes give away more then he knows When they sparkle as his story tells of chasing buffalo And if I were born fifty years ago Verse: Well the breaker he now no longer rides Or risks a wild stampede He just dreams about those days long gone And life of danger he is free And I'm glad I met the man who lives in Camoweal today To sing this song and carry on his life of yesterday And the real Buffalo Bill did stand He was holding a beer and a gun in each hand And in fifty years just look up high And catch a glimpse of horse Face to face with those buffalo Saying, "She'll be right of course" And if I were born fifty years ago I wouldn't like to be a buffalo No No And if I were born fifty years ago