I love Montana and have studied it all my life. When I was going there I met an old cowboy named Spike Van Cleve who had just been inducted into the Cowboy Hall of Fame, lived in Big timber, and owned...owned!...Big Crazy Mountain. We talked all the way from Chicago to Big Timber. He was traveling Greyhound 'cause he hated to fly. Had just written a book called Twenty Years' Gatherin's. Harvard educated with a daughter named Buckshot and a son named Tack.He offered me a job, I think (I never was really sure.)Boy was I impressed. Can't really say he was very impressed with me,although he was quite taken with my beautiful fiancee. But he was big and friendly. Here's some of what I remember of that song:

I am from Montana, I wear a bandanna,
My spurs are of silver, my pony is gray,
When ridin' the ranges, my luck never changes,
With foot in the stirrup I gallop away!

I wash in a pool, and I wipe on a sack,
I carry my wardrobe all on my back,
My fire is kindled with the chips gathered round,
And I boil my own coffee without being ground.

But then if my meal isn't very complete,
Who can blame me for wanting to eat?
And show me a man who can sleep more sound
Than a hard-ridin' cowboy who sleeps on the ground.
(I might have forgotten some of what comes next and some of this may be out of order)

I am from Montana, I wear a bandanna,
My spurs are of silver, my pony is gray,
The cattle may scatter, but what does it matter?
With foot in the stirrup I gallop away!