Buffalo Ballet

When Abilene was young and gay
And thunder storms filled the day
The cattle roamed outside the town
Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun

Then tracks were lain across the plain
By broken old men in torrid rain
The towns grew up the people were still
Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun

We’ll all join in we’ll all hold hands
We’ll all join in and run the land
But soldiers once long long ago
Rode through the town and mowed down those
Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun

Gold came and went, quickly spent
The people broke down and often drowned
Of wealth and of pain in old Abilene
They were sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun