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