There’s a buzzard black against the snow
What he lives on I don’t know
Ragged thoughts go through my mind
Guess I’m just the drifting kind
Guess I’m just the drifting kind
Planning ain’t no plan of mine
Guess I’ll end up where I’ll be
Like that buzzard on the tree
Hey hey hey, hey hey hey, hey hey hey
Once had a woman she’s good to me
Put malt whisky in my tea
But when trees stood black against the sky
She left ‘cos she was the drifting kind
Last night I played some Howlin Wolf
Today I thought of clover wine and you
When you left you left our love behind
There’s a price to pay when you’re the drifting kind
Ignore the small bones in your kippers
Don’t choke on your destiny
Don’t look over your shoulder
And don’t you ever think of me
Buzzard black against the sun
He takes each day as it comes
Good and bad they’re all the same
He knows life is just a waiting game
I wait for songs to drift down from the sky
Looking for a place to hide
I keep them with me for a while
Then set them free ‘cos they’re the drifting kind
Buzzard black against the snow
Fighting with an old black crow
Old crow’ll beat him every time
‘Cos that buzzard’s just the drifting kind
Easy come and easy go
Where I’m headed I don’t know
One day we’re all young guns for hire
Next we’re in the memory choir
Now there ain’t nothing I would rather do
Lie on my back down by the brook
Drift with the clouds as they roll by
Ride those highways in the sky
