Montana Paradise

In old Montana Cowboys wear big hats and bright bandanas, horses smoothly canter as cattle quietly banter, the cook makes sweet homemade pies and everyone sleeps soundly under big clear skies, they all love this land where each cowboy is a top hand, the cowgirls are always glad to see their fellers and they never holler or beller, they just help 'em off the horse and rub their sore backs of course, in the mornings, coffee's always hot in the cup while the broncs out in the corral never-ever kick or buck, the saddles are found to be warm and dry and the hooley-ann's hit the mark on the first try, someone's always humming a Western song with anyone welcome to sing along, and all the old trucks run and look great there in the Big-Sky state, everybody greets each other with a grin and a howdy! there just ain't no need to fight or get rowdy, there'll be a free dance each friday night and plenty of cowgirls that are a wonderful sight, ask anyone of them to dance they'll gladly give a cowboy a chance, then after the halibaloo don't worry, the sheriff won't bother you, if you can't ride 'cause you're too soused he'll be happy to give you a ride, back to the bunkhouse; - That's just the way it is up in old Montan' where we all proudly ride for the brand, and we're all grateful for the day of our birth... here, in this little bit o' paradise on earth.