The Old Double Diamond

Now, the old double-diamond, lay out East of Dubois
In the land of the Buffalo
And the auctioneer's gavel, how it rapped and it rattled
As I watched the old double-diamond go
Won't you listen to the wind?
Mother nature's violin

When I first hired on, the old double-diamond
I was a dammed poor excuse for a man
I never learned how to aim when the spirit was tame
Couldn't see all the cards in my hand
And the wind whipped the granite above me
Blew the tumbleweeds clean through my soul

Well, I fought her winters, and I busted her horses
And I took more than I thought I could stand
But the battles with the mountains and cattle
Seemed to bring out the best in a man
I guess a sailor, he needs an ocean
And a mama, her babies to hold
I need the hills of Wyoming
In the land of the Buffalo

Now she's sellin' out, I'm movin' on
But I'm leavin' with more than I came
'Cause I've got this saddle, and it ain't for sale
And I got this song to sing
I find a new range to ride, new knots to tie
In a country where cowboys are king
I turn my tail to the wind and the old double-diamond
Disappeared into the sage