What makes a man to wander?
What makes a man to roam?
What makes a man leave bed and board
And turn his back on home?
Ride away, ride away, ride away

Some men they search for Indians
For humpback buffalo
And even when they've found them
They move on lonesome slow
Ride away, ride away, ride away

The snow is deep and oh so white
The winds they howl and moan
Fire cooks a man his buffalo meat
But his lonely heart won't warm
Ride away, ride away, ride away

A man will search his heart and soul
Go searching way out there
His peace of mind he knows he'll find
But where, oh Lord, oh where?
Ride away, ride away, ride away