Way Out On A Windswept Desert

Where Nature Favors No Man

A Buffalo Found His Brother

At Rest On The Sunbaked Sand

Now The Buffalo Said To His Brother

"What Sickness Got You This Way?"

But His Brother Never Said

For His Brother Was Dead

Been Dead Since A-way Last May



Way Out On A Windswept Desert

I Heard A Big Indian Moan

And I Left My Tent

For I Knew What It Meant

And Swore I'd Never More Roam

It Was Early In The Morning

When I Stopped Running

My Legs Were Tired And Sore

I'd Lost 50 Pounds On The Hot Desert Ground

And I'd Lose That Many More