(Verse 1) In the mountains of Montana, where the wild winds blow, Craig Boddington's wife set off, her heart aglow. She had a quest, a grand adventure to embrace, To find the smallest ram, in this rugged place. (Chorus) Every ram's a trophy, big or small, In the mountains high, where the echoes call. With determination, she stood tall, Every ram's a trophy, one and all. (Verse 2) The guide said he was legal, as they made their stand, With bailing twine in hand, she felt so grand. The brutal ride, in the air-conditioned covered wagon, To where the lambs live, her spirit never flaggin'. (Chorus) Every ram's a trophy, big or small, In the mountains high, where the echoes call. With determination, she stood tall, Every ram's a trophy, one and all. (Bridge) Through rocky trails and valleys wide, She followed her guide with steady stride. With every step, her heart would race, In search of that ram, she'd find her place. (Verse 3) There in the distance, she saw him stand, The smallest legal ram in this vast land. With a steady hand, and a silent prayer, She took her shot, with courage rare. (Chorus) Every ram's a trophy, big or small, In the mountains high, where the echoes call. With determination, she stood tall, Every ram's a t