[Verse 1] From the Rockies to the prairie, when the autumn leaves turn gold, Montana hunters gather 'round, the winds blow icy cold, With boots laced tight, orange bright, and rifle in their hand, [Crescendo] The forky killers sweep across the public land! [Chorus] Forward march, you hunters bold! (hunters bold) Through the timber, brave and cold! (brave and cold) March on through the morning light! Soon, Fork and horn within your sight! [group yells] Hup, two, three, four— [group yells] Montana hunters at the fore! [Verse 2] When Thanksgiving comes around and the rut is running strong, The bucks are chasing does about, their necks are thick and long, A forky steps into the scope, the trigger breaks so clean, The finest roasts you've ever seen! [Chorus] Forward march, you hunters bold! (hunters bold) Through the timber, brave and cold! (brave and cold) March on through the morning light! Soon, Fork and horn within your sight! [group yells] Hup, two, three, four— [group yells] Montana hunters at the fore! [Verse 3] In the barn it hangs till Christmas, through the cold Montana snow, But when the holidays are over, to the dump it has to go, For the forky's meat was rank, not worth the eating pain, [Crescendo] But next year they'll hunt again! [Final Chorus] Forward march, you hunters bold! (hunters bold) Through the timber, brave and cold! (brave and cold) March on through the morning light! Soon, Fork and horn within your sight! [group yells] Hup, two, three, four— [group yells] Montana hunters at the fore! [Outtro]
