1873 (Buffalo Diary)-Edie Brickell

[ti:1873 (Buffalo Diary)] [ar:Edie Brickell] [al:Ultimate Collection] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.90]1873 (Buffalo Diary) - Edie Brickell [00:04.50]Written by：Edie Brickell/Kenny Withrow [00:08.82]1873 was a very bad year for me [00:14.27] [00:15.79]When all I feared just disappeared so suddenly [00:21.00] [00:22.82]They got their tickets for the train [00:25.42] [00:26.24]Raised their weapons and took aim [00:28.91] [00:29.72]Laughing from the railroad tracks they shot my brothers in the back [00:36.08] [00:44.03]No more thunder on the ground [00:46.73] [00:47.49]Birds were flying round and round [00:49.97] [00:50.73]The clouds and dust we once kicked up [00:54.06]No longer could be seen [00:56.32] [00:58.06]And 1873 was a very bad year for me [01:03.43] [01:05.27]1873 was a very bad year for me [01:11.26] [01:13.20]We cradled their babies [01:15.23] [01:16.59]Made up their houses [01:18.66] [01:20.02]Covered their feet [01:21.77] [01:23.53]They took what they needed [01:25.21] [01:26.76]Never took us for granted [01:28.42] [01:30.42]But they were defeated [01:32.07] [01:33.49]When people shot at me [01:34.90] [01:38.40]In 1873 [01:40.94] [01:59.24]Laid out in the broken sun [02:02.03] [02:02.79]Rain beat on us like a drum [02:05.00] [02:06.08]The rhythm of that emptiness [02:08.63] [02:09.16]Which shot my spirit free [02:11.31] [02:13.09]In 1873 [02:15.63] [02:20.53]1873 was a very bad year for me