Montana

When I was a kid the snow would drift high on the barn
Before daylight broke, I'd be out with a bucket on my arm
And the cattle would walk through the dark and the cold
With steam in their breaths and ice on their coats
The snow beneath my boots would glitter and squeak
Over the bones of the buffalo buried so deep
Montana

My father gave me Montana
No matter where I go it carries me
When I look inside I see, Montana

He took us up there where hе said a man still had a chance
To the alkali flats and the mud of a hard scrablеd range
My mother’s mouth got thin and hard
And the sage grew up around the edge of the yard
I learned how to cuss and how to spit like a man
I learned the way dreams can slip through your hands

Montana

My father gave me Montana
No matter where I go it carries me
When I look inside I see, Montana

Summers we'd wade in the ditch by the old county road
And the birds would flutter and shriek from the telephone pole
To the wind in the cottonwoods soft and gold
We heard the ghosts of the Souix and the Crow
So much left unsaid between Father and Son
We packed up and left there in seventy one

Montana

My father gave me Montana
No matter where I go it carries me
When I look inside I see

Montana

My father gave me Montana
And though I am all I'll ever be
Comes from this gift he gave to me

Montana

Montana