On the plains of the Buffalo
Madam will take it slow
Your gambling days are gone
You poor misguided soul

At the last ditch you will weep
For the shadows in the garbage heap
Like a pig roasting on a spit
Your poor misguided soul

If the horse's mouth could speak
His days would turn to weeks
You'd be bored with all that you know
You poor misguided soul

When the cactus makes your bed
You'll stay awake instead
By the bones in the old campfire
Your poor misguided soul

Your one dollar up in heaven
Is worth five more in hell
And your friends, they will not miss you
Your poor misguided soul

Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

Poor Misguided Soul song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top