Buffalo Ballet - John Cale

Written by：John Cale

When Abilene

Was young and gay

And thunder storms

Filled up the day

The cattle roamed

Outside the town

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

Then tracks were lain

Across the plain

By broken old men

In torrid rains

The towns grew up

People were still

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

All joined in

And they all hold hands

Yes they all joined in

To help run there land

But soldiers was long long ago

Rode through the town

Rode down those

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

Gold came and went

Quickly spent

The people broke down

And often drowned

From a wealth and the pain

Of old Abilene

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun

Sleeping in the midday sun