My home's in Montana, I wear a bandanna.
My spurs are of silver. My pony is gray.
Whatever the weather, we travel together,
With foot in the stirrup, on gallop all day.

We're up with the sun. There is work to be done.
In the wind open spaces, that's where we would be.
When far form the ranches, I chop the pine branches.
Montana is home for my pony and me!

And when to lay out a bed when the starlight is pale;
And I have partaken of beans and of bacon
I whistle a merry old song of the trail!

I learned this at camp for all seasons and I'm not sure I got all the lyrics right but this is super close!