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