Buffalo Skinners
Pete Seeger Lyrics


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'Twas in the town o' Jacksboro, in the spring o' seventy-three
A man by the name o' Crego come steppin' up to me
Said how d'you do young fellers, and how'd you like to go
And spend one summer pleasantly on the range o' the buffalo

It's me bein' out of employment, to ol' Crego I did say
This goin' out on the buffalo range, depends upon the pay
But if you'll pay good wages, and transportation too
I think sir I will go with you to the range o' the buffalo

Well it's now we've crossed Pease River boys, our troubles they have begun
First old stinker that I cut - Christ how I cut my thumb
While skinnin' the dog-gone ol' buffalo, our lives they had no show
For the Indians watched to pick us off, while skinnin' the buffalo

The season bein' near over, ol' Crego he did say
The crowd had been extravagant, was in debt to him that day
We coaxed him an' we argued, but still it was no go
We left his damned ol' bones to bleached on the range o' the buffalo

It's now we've crossed Pease River, and homeward we are bound
No more in that old fire country, will ever we be found




Go back to our wives and sweethearts, tell others not to go
For God's forsaken the buffalo range, and the damn ol' buffalo

Overall Meaning

The song Buffalo Skinners by Pete Seeger tells the story of a group of men who are hired to work for a man named Crego in the buffalo range. The song is set in Jacksboro, Texas, in 1873 during the time when buffaloes were being hunted for their hides, and the men were working to skin them. As they work, they face numerous challenges: from cutting their thumbs while skinning the animals to being attacked by Native Americans. The singer of the song suggests that their ordeal is "God-forsaken" and warns others not to take any jobs related to the buffalo range.


The song depicts the harsh reality of life on the buffalo range and the brutality of animal slaughter. Moreover, it points to the mistreatment of workers like the singer who are at the mercy of their employers. The singer takes up the job because he is unemployed and needs money. Still, his employer, Crego, proves to be exploitative and leaves them stranded after the season is over, leaving the workers in debt. The song's message is that the buffalo range and the practice of hunting buffaloes were a cruel and unsustainable endeavor.


Line by Line Meaning

'Twas in the town o' Jacksboro, in the spring o' seventy-three
It was the town of Jacksboro, in the spring of 1873


A man by the name o' Crego come steppin' up to me
A man named Crego approached me


Said how d'you do young fellers, and how'd you like to go
He greeted us and asked if we wanted to go


And spend one summer pleasantly on the range o' the buffalo
And have a pleasant summer on the buffalo range


It's me bein' out of employment, to ol' Crego I did say
I told old Crego that I was unemployed


This goin' out on the buffalo range, depends upon the pay
Going on the buffalo range depends on the payment


But if you'll pay good wages, and transportation too
But if you pay me well and transport me too


I think sir I will go with you to the range o' the buffalo
I will go with you to the buffalo range


Well it's now we've crossed Pease River boys, our troubles they have begun
Now that we've crossed Pease River, our troubles started


First old stinker that I cut - Christ how I cut my thumb
When I first cut an old buffalo, I cut my thumb badly


While skinnin' the dog-gone ol' buffalo, our lives they had no show
While skinning the old buffalo, we were vulnerable and defenseless


For the Indians watched to pick us off, while skinnin' the buffalo
The Indians were watching, ready to attack us while we were skinning the buffalo


The season bein' near over, ol' Crego he did say
When the season was almost over, old Crego said


The crowd had been extravagant, was in debt to him that day
The group had spent too much and owed him money


We coaxed him an' we argued, but still it was no go
We tried to persuade and argue with him, but it was no use


We left his damned ol' bones to bleached on the range o' the buffalo
We left him to die and his bones to be bleached on the buffalo range


It's now we've crossed Pease River, and homeward we are bound
Now that we've crossed Pease River, we are heading home


No more in that old fire country, will ever we be found
We will never be found in that dangerous place again


Go back to our wives and sweethearts, tell others not to go
Let's go back to our wives and girlfriends and advise others to stay away


For God's forsaken the buffalo range, and the damn ol' buffalo
The buffalo range and the buffalo are cursed by God




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Comments from YouTube:

@Broblem12

A fine song, sung by an amazing man. Thank you to Pete, Woody and to you.

@jolson01

One of the oldest pre-cowboy folk songs from the days of the buffalo that was actually sung in the old West, according to author Lorenzo Candelaria & Daniel Kingman's book, "American Music--A Panorama, 4th edition.   

@kjburkable

jim kweskin has a mighty fine version.