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 tumble weeds 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 shes sellin' out, I'm movin' on
But I'm leavin' with more than I came
'Caus I've got this saddle and it ain't for sale
And I got this song to sing
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