Gurf Morlix

We'd pile in the car In our best clothes Kids in the back seat Dad would drive We'd breath in the stink All the way to the city Fifteen miles Up route 5 Over Father Baker's Over the skyway Past the steel plant We'd go once a year The roads were rugged The air was orange Mom was quiet We could smell her fear Dirty old Buffalo Dirty old Buffalo Smoky memories They haunt my mind South Park Bridge Into Lakawana Looking for kicks Without a clue Couple a kids Out of their element Hoping 5 dollars Would see 'em through Waiting in an alley In the shadows For a fat man All soaked in sweat I could see the gun In his waistband As he reached for A cigarette Dirty old Buffalo Dirty old Buffalo Smoky memories They haunt my mind Dirty old Buffalo Dirty old Buffalo Rust belt city On the borderline The Allman Brothers Played at Aliotta's Itty bitty bar On Hertel Avenue It was 1970 They were scuffling Living on speed And singing the blues Seems there was a problem With the money (imagine that) And there was a need To settle a score The road manager Stuck Alliota And left him dying On the bar room floor Dirty old Buffalo Dirty old Buffalo Smoky memories They haunt my mind Dirty old Buffalo Dirty old Buffalo Rust belt city On the borderline Now it's not the same It's all in color It's not the sepia I recall It's all so smooth But I miss the gritty Fresh paint On a wrecking ball They'll polish Everything with money It's what they do This I know That's not the city I remember If I scratch the surface The grease will show Dirty old Buffalo Dirty old Buffalo Smoky memories They haunt my mind Dirty old Buffalo Dirty old Buffalo Rust belt city On the borderline I miss Buffalo