My Home's In Montana
I have no bandana
My shoes are dull brown,
my car is gray.
When driving through downtown
I often will feel down
With foot on the pedal I'll drive away
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With foot on the pedal I'll drive away
When valleys are dusty
My car is trusty
He drives through the blizzard
The snow in his wheels
The papers may scatter
But what does it matter
My pen is a halter for too large bills
Chorus:
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My pen is a halter for too large bills
When far from my work
I clean and I cook
I turn on my oven
As darkness draws near
When I have partaken
Of steaks and smoked bacon
I whistle a new age "song of the trail"

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I whistle a new age "song of the trail"
My home's in Montana
I have no bandana
My shoes are dull brown
My car is gray
When driving through downtown
I often will feel down
With foot on the pedal I'll drive away
Chorus (Repeat)