Text: Brenn Hill. Lost River Outpost.

Out on Highway 84
Forty miles outside of town
Down the old gravel road
You can hear the lonely sound
Of buffalo soldiers fallin' down

Some who try to run away
Some run away to try to hide
Some are runnin' from the law
Law don't ever come inside
Lookin' for the children of the night

And I sing for the lonely and forgotten
The wounded hearts that need a song the most
And the buffalo soldiers who fought and died
Outside of that old Lost River outpost

The lonely desert buckaroos
They ask for the Little Wrangler Joe
Soldiers like gospel and the blues
Songs from the war that I don't know
Places in the heart that I don't go

And the good old boys just out of prison
They like songs about the train
But when I sing a song about their mamas
You know I can feel their pain
Sometimes the tears fall like rain

And I sing for the lonely and forgotten
The wounded hearts that need a song the most
And the buffalo soldiers who fought and died
Outside of that old Lost River outpost

And the wind can make you crazy
Blowin' through the cracks in the walls
Sounds like the chorus of a thousand demons
Trapped here inside these halls
Buffalo soldiers one and all

So sing for the lonely and forgotten
Sing for the hearts that need it most
And the buffalo soldiers who fought and died
Outside of that old Lost River outpost

And the buffalo soldiers who fought and died
Outside of that old Lost River outpost