Through wind & rain
Come snow & hail...
In my quest for the flat tail
I shall not fail.

And where the beaver
Builds his structured dam
That's where you'll find
This mountain man.

Then where the buffalo
Blow & walk & roam
There is the place
That I'll call home.

With trusty smoke-pole
In my well worn hand
I know that I'm
A mountain man.

To trap & hunt
And live life free
Under a sea of stars
That's the life for me.

And when I'm old
And done all I can
God-damn I'll still be
A mountain man.