Mat d. and the Profane Saints: Music

Buffalo Hill

(Mat d. and the Profane Saints)

There's a honey to the left laying money on the motor
she's a sure fire rag doll pours a glass of water
down the fault line slip she's a twenty dollar pistol
on a dead man's hip with a belly full of gristle
ten ton wheel gonna blow it like a whistle
when we roll it on down the road back to Buffal Hill

goot a looker in the back dancing circles in the corner
in a red state juke joint put's another quarter
down the hothouse slot she's a different kind of naughty
on a five cent crawl with a sympathetic body
ten ton wheel to a hundred dollar party
when we roll it on down the road back to Buffalo Hill

There's a honey to the left laying money on the motor
and I'll be goddamned if she ain't the devil's daughter
froma pitchfork town in the state of South Dakota
on Deadwood road on her way to Minnesota
ten ton wheel gonna truck it to the border
when we roll it on down the road back to Buffalo Hill

Devil don't want no...Devil don't need no...skinny little honey....