[Technical: Vocal: Male, raspy, low baritone, strong redneck accent; Music: acoustic guitar, foot stomps, violin, cello bass; Style: humorous country; Instrumental breaks between Verse 1 & 2, and 3 & 4; Instrumental intro and extended outro] [Intro] [Acoustic guitar strum, foot stomps, violin & cello low swell] This here's a song 'bout Montana, big and free Yeah, 'nother dang song 'bout Montana — hope it gets y’all riled Lord done blessed this ol’ country, wide as can be 'Til them Californians rolled in and spoiled it forever, wild Maybe I was chasin’ the wrong dang hog at night Or hopped on somebody else’s horse drunk, ridin’ wild But I woke up this mornin’, sun shinin’ bright And wouldn’t ya know it — I’m still in Montana, y’all! [Verse 1] I rode down the highway — ain’t seen nobody in hours Just wind, cows, and fence posts ridin’ high Last month I met a couple folks out on their fenceline towers Sayin’ we’re neighbors — fifty miles, give or take, by and by If their ranch lights flicker in the dead of night You best believe they’re throwin’ a shindig, all right [Instrumental Break 1] [Guitar picking, foot stomps, violin fills, cello bass line] [Verse 2] I rolled into a bar — just a door, a counter, and the barkeep He knows every drunk in a three hundred mile sweep They only spin country tunes — here in Montana If them tales get out, you bet the sheriff’ll come around Funny thing, these songs are made by folks stone-cold sober A man ain’t called drunk ’til he forgets his horse’s name, y’all know’er [Chorus] This here's a song 'bout Montana, big and free Yeah, 'nother dang song 'bout Montana — hope it gets y’all riled Lord done blessed this ol’ country, wide as can be 'Til them Californians rolled in and spoiled it forever, wild Maybe I was chasin’ the wrong dang hog at night Or hopped on somebody else’s horse drunk, ridin’ wild But I woke up this mornin’, sun shinin’ bright And wouldn’t ya know it — I’m still in Montana, y’all! [Verse 3] In Montana, only three things are strictly off-limits, you see: Petting buffalo, drinkin’ more than a Canuck can handle, Or not lovin’ country tunes — that ain’t allowed, trust me. And if cows think the asphalt’s warm, you’ll find a traffic scandal. Girls on Tinder got it easy ’round these parts: If his profile pic shows a pickup — swipe right! [Instrumental Break 2] [Guitar strums, violin fiddle runs, cello walking bass, foot stomps] [Verse 4] Kids here first learn to ride, then how to shoot straight and true. By the time they’re two, they’re yellin’ “y’all!” loud and proud. Don’t believe that every Montanan’s packin’ — that’s a shame, skrew! What’s sittin’ in their pickups? That’s just spare, no need to frown. Only fools leave Montana if they can’t stand the quiet air. The rest buy another two hundred acres of that sweet peace, I swear. [Chorus / Outro Extended] This here's a song 'bout Montana, big and free Yeah, 'nother dang song 'bout Montana — hope it gets y’all riled Lord done blessed this ol’ country, wide as can be 'Til them Californians rolled in and spoiled it forever, wild Maybe I was chasin’ the wrong dang hog at night Or hopped on somebody else’s horse drunk, ridin’ wild But I woke up this mornin’, sun shinin’ bright And wouldn’t ya know it — I’m still in Montana, y’all! [Extended outro: guitar solo, violin flourishes, cello deep bass swell, foot stomps fading out]
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